Along the cliffside of a mountain top
I watch my horses rush ahead
The air is dry, I drink the fog and breathe the wind
And I sense with horrid wonder I am dying, I am dying!

Slow down my horses slow down
Take pace with care and caution
But the horses I’ve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving
Won’t hear the words I’m singing, and won’t let be the life I’m living

I’ll water the horses as they lead me towards it
To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance

They are racing toward the nearing end
Like a feather blown from a gifting hand
My advice does not affect them, no attention to direction
In the lens of my old timepiece, I bid well to my reflection

Slow down my horses slow down
Take pace with care and caution
But the horses I’ve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving
Won’t hear the words I’m speaking, by their haste I am imprisoned

I’ll water the horses as they lead me towards it
To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance

We have made it right on schedule, we were left with so few choices
I can hear the angels singing with such loud and scolding voices
Or is it the sleigh bells ringing in a chorus drenched with tears
Or is it I the one who’s screaming as my horses disappear?

Slow down my horses slow down
Take pace with care and caution
But the horses I’ve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving
Won’t hear the words I’m singing, and won’t let be the life I’m living

I’ll water the horses as they lead me towards it
To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance