She had four white stallions coming around the bend, four strong angels at her command to send, four more seasons for ALL THAT'S BROKEN TO MEND.

An' 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 who's hand is demure. Got a mind like a sabre, RAZOR SHARP AND SURE.

And, GOD, HOW I HATE MYSELF FOR STILL WANTING HER.


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.

I got FOUR GOOD REASONS WHY I CAN'T GO BACK THERE AGAIN.

Yeah, I got FOUR GOOD REASONS WHY I CAN'T GO BACK THERE AGAIN.

I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend.