Getting late for decision 
What's that waiting about 
Horses are chomping at the bit 
The gate is nearly busted down 
Moment before the calm of the storm 
And everyone's blood goes wild 
Except yours and mine 

How many years has it taken 
Your restless heart growing old 
Horses running off on their own 
And the stable's burnt to the ground 
The longer you wait 
Your decision will fade 
And wind up wasting this time 
Yours and mine