He can show you the silence from the sound
The gifts he brings you cannot be found
What could have made a man turn so hard?
What could have made a child wander unsurprised?
What can you do when you're a wandering pony
And your feet are getting tired when you've just gone hunting?
He listens to voices from another time
But he awakens to find he's still alive
What could have made a man turn so cold?
He cannot turn to find he's not alone
What can you do when you're a wandering pony
And your dream has expired, remembering
Never wanted to kill myself
I never bothered to see what was given
It's that sort of rampage that runs more with your head
What can you do when you're a wandering pony
And your horse up and dies, remembering the hunting