Silver Horse

When I come in my dream to a house I've never seen before, I have a tendency to look for the exit door. 'cause I never know it may be that house again, I never know, I never know. When I come in my mind to a stream that's running gently, I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer. 'cause I never know it may take me to that ocean again, I never know, I never know. I usually stay away from being carried away, But one day I saw a silver horse. I though he might take me to that somewhere high, I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky. I came to realize that the horse had no wings. "no wings, well, it wasn't so bad, you know." I learnt to travel the world around And run on the ground in the morning. And that's the story of a wandering soul, A story of a dreamer.