High Horse

I was writing with a burning mind and ideas to share,
I made myself blind, though I wished them all to stare,
I had myself on a high-horse, there were serfs down below,
Then you came I lost my course, now I see me for what I am now, now I know,

But I’ll fall, then I’ll climb
I’m yours, but you’re never mine,
I’ll try and I might cry,
But I think I’ll get on by,
Yes I’ll fall, but I’ll get up,
‘til my knees are al stiff and stuck,
I’d complain how I’m all alone,
But solitude is all I’ve known,

I was condescending and judgemental, arrogant not sentimental,
Just pretending, never gentle, I was an embarrassment, I still am,
I know what’s right, but I do wrong, every night I write the same song,
A different phrase, a similar tune,
Anyway, it’s all the same from dusk to dawn to high noon,

I saw a pair of pretty blue eyes when I woke up in bed,
Looking down at a blank face and I thought I was dead,
Then I realised who I was and I started screaming,
I was looking down upon myself, my pretty blue eyes were streaming,
Then I went back in my body and just kept sleeping and dreaming,

I was walking down a street or an alley or wherever it may have been,
I got stopped by a scruffy looking man with the moral high ground,
He put me on the right path, and my conscience was clean,
Then he stumbled to his doorway and I went about my rounds,
Then I realised the whole scene was just as strange as it sounds,

I found myself sat alone, in the dark on the grass in a strange place,
Not knowing where I was, who I was, my mind and sense was misplaced,
I uncrossed my legs and I spun around and around like a happy clown,
And I giggled and squealed, and roared and wept and rubbed my face on the ground,
I have a heart of gold, but a mind and soul that’s black, and it’s hard to fend the attack,

I’m to fall, I’m to climb,
I’m yours, you’re not mine,
I’m to try, i’m to cry,
I’m to get on by,
I’m to fall, and I to rise?
I’ve got no knees between my shins and my thighs,
I’m all alone a lonely man, it’s all I was or ever am,

I was writing with a burning mind and ideas to share,
I made myself blind, though I wished them all to stare,
I had myself on a high-horse, there were serfs down below,
Then you came I lost my course, now I see me for what I am now, now I know.