The Man Who Talked to Horses - Bittersweet

When there’s points on the board

But your victories are still flawed

At the end of the day

(And it troubles me to say)

You will wish you had a heart as big

As the man who talked to horses

When there’s gold in your hands

And a hundred wayward plans

Through the thick and the thin

With your armour made of tin

You’ll still wish you had a heart as big

As the man who talked to horses

There’s no hope in false starts

And no guidelines on the chart

When you tire of the race

Seek solace in that special place

Disappear with no trace

When there’s tears in your eyes

You refused the compromise

And when all’s said and done

You stayed true to the one

And you might just have a heart as big

As the man who talked to horses

The man who talked to horses

The man who talked to horses

The man who talked to horses