Ochre Palomino

Hoursongs 20.12.1

Lyrics

There's an ochre palomino by the road
She looks like she is itching to be rode
She stomps her hooves and shakes her mane at me

the paint is peeling off her stable doors
she was bred for speed and looks and nothing more
a hand grenade just waiting to be thrown

Oh wait, you're crumbling on the road

I could have rode her twenty years before
But I don't think I could mount up anymore
the earth is turning slower everyday

Oh wait, you're crumbling on the road

Diary

Aug 10 - Initial hoursong

Sep 4 - Demo recording