Strangers

I'm gonna raise that knuckle A mile high Across Placer County Lake Tahoe A Hundred miles in fourteen hundred minutes Fourth of July, wet Steady riding open trail Youngest rider oldest horse Steady riding open trail Youngest rider oldest horse I've really got it in me I can really taste it now Crimson Columbine Burning under foot Burning under hoof Sixteen hands of appaloosa With pride comes the fall That snake crossed And I lost it all Sixteen stone of man Head in my sand We're nothing but strangers We're nothing but strangers I see President Lincoln In the phone directory I see Marilyn Monroe In the fall catalogue I see Marilyn Monroe In the Boden catalogue She tells me I'm sick They tell me I'm sick They're nothing but strangers Nothing but strangers They're nothing but strangers They're nothing but strangers They're nothing but strangers A broken heart Won't stop me winning A broken body Won't stop me racing I waste my breath She wastes hers I'm winning now I'm winning now I'm winning now I'm winning now I'm winning now I'm winning now I'm winning now I can really taste it now I can really, really feel it now Crimson Columbine Burning under foot Burning under You can taste my dirt You can, you can You can taste my dirt You can, you can You can taste my dirt You can, you can You can taste my dirt