Four White Stallions

She had four white stallions coming around the bend

Four strong angels at her command descend

Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend

I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again

She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure

Carved by an artist whose hand is demure

Got a mind like a saber, razor sharp and sure

And God, how I hate myself for still wanting her

Damn these nights of dreaming visions soft and sure

Now I awake to find there's nothing left of me and her

Nothing more than a heart still at war

She had four white stallions coming up around the bend

Four strong angels already sent

Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend

She had four more seasons for all that's broken to mend

And I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again