Four White Stallions

She had four white stallions coming

Around the bend

Four strong angels at her

Command to send

Four more seasons

For all that's broken to mend



I got four good reasons

Why I

Can't go back there again



She had skin like a statue

Milky white and pure

Carved by an artist

Whose hand is demure

Got a mind like a sabre

Razor sharp and sure



And God how I hate myself for

Still wanting her



Damn these nights of dreaming

Visions soft and sure

Now I wake to find

There's nothing left but me and her

Nothing more,

Than a heart still at war



She had four white stallions coming up

Around the bend

Four strong angels

Already sent



Four more seasons

For all that's broken to mend



I got four good reasons why I

Can't go back there again



Yeah, I go four good reasons why I

Can't go back there again



And I go four more seasons for all

That's broken to mend