Everyway

I feel something coming on A disease or a song Call the captain, long gone We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse (ooh-ooh) On the shores of Assateague And then blood on our hands Up to our elbows (ooh-ooh) At least we're all in this horse together I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh) A disease or a song Call the captain, long gone And the wooden nickel We took in the divorce of rider and corpse, was by the book It's a habit of force Straight from the source And by the book Every way, every day (ooh-ooh) Every way, every day (ooh-ooh) I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)