[Verse 1]

Sold my cold knot

A heavy stone

Sold my red horse for a venture home

To vanish on the bow

Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums

(Or so the story goes)

Color the era

Film its historical

Ahh, ahh, ahh

[Verse 2]

My mile could not

Pump the plumb

In my arbor 'till my ardor trumped

Every inner inertia

Lump sum

All at once

Rushing from the sub-pump

(Or so the story goes)

Balance we won't know

We will see when it gets warm

Ahh, ahh, ahh