A Good Horse

It takes no match to give me a spark
Now I'm trying out another heart
I've been winding about a fresh start
I've found myself a good horse
Eyes burning on the quicksand
And I run it through the hollow land
I've fed it with a shaky hand
I found myself a stɾong [Am]horse
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like [F]I must
And ɾide with the dust in my [A]face
In grace
I've found myself a good horse
Yes I've found myself a stɾong [Am]horse
But things ɾemain not different then before
These are the promises I can keep
Yes these are the promises I can keep
To live like [F]I must
And ɾide with the dust in my [A]face
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like [F]I must
And ɾide with the dust in my [A]face
In grace.