Flying Red Horse by John Gorka The fme[] The maaim The sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening But not with the breed that can fly She's risen up to the level of oak trees Too low for the radar man's eyes I am not much of a joiner she says That's not where I draw my strength Some of the go for the depth of field While most of them go for the length Me I will go for the hard combination 'Cause I have some need to belong But I'm leaving this unkind of sign life behind me I'll take (guitartabs.cc)