Besedila:
My Brightest Diamond Riding Horses

new friends And I know we've had some hard times With hard people Hey, let's try to make new friends Maybe we could pretend that We were riding in the woods Riding horses

And I'm waiting for a New York City girl The Catherine wheel burns bright tonight Down on the avenue But nowhere near as bright, my love As the fire

. Weeping willow won't you wallow louder Searching for my father's power I'm a shake you off though Get up on that horse and Ride into the sunset