Horses in the Yard

I keep my diamonds in an old red barn

Beneath the rotting planks covered in cobwebs.

There I know they'll safely stay;

I save my brilliance for a rainy day.

I keep my time on a silver watch chain

Inscribed with a message I can't even read.

Try to see the world in every thing

And never care if it's the golden ring.

I grew up with horses in the yard:

A palomino with a golden mane and hide.

I grew up with horses in the yard:

A black stallion full of piss, vinegar, and pride.

I grew up with horses in the yard,

But I never learned to ride.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.

The tide came in then left while we were sleeping,

So the water always seems so low.

Everybody's sinking; no one sees the signs.

We're just treading water drinking wine.

I'll take half a page of scribbled lines

Over the average day with nothing at all.

So I plant another tree in the row.

I sit back in my chair and watch them grow.

I grew up with horses in the yard:

A palomino with a golden mane and hide.

I grew up with horses in the yard:

An appaloosa with clouds all along her sides.

I grew up with horses in the yard:

A black stallion full of piss, vinegar, and pride.

I grew up with horses in the yard,

But I never learned to ride.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.

Find your wabi-sabi, yeah.