We see what you do when youâre out by yourself
Iâm not talking Hollywood where all is swell
You forget what they meant to say
Powder off youâre too sweet, my sweet
By this coffin one of two beliefs
That weâre not too late
We still have time to change
And if not for the greats
And the grace
I look to no one and no one looks to me
But Iâm sick and Iâm tired of losing faith
You donât know what you want
Somebody else to settle your throne
Knowing no one has to
When you know where you go, when you go
And I swear itâs good itâs good
Let them take you away from all these crowds
Are the colts on the hill alone?
Buffalos on the hill!
Itâs you or me
Start the clot. Iâm holding you dear
Oh and most of all
Weâll have peace
Finally Iâm set free, but still gagged and bound
And the sad thing is, if I am his, why canât I make sound
But you know where you go, when you go
And I swear itâs good itâs good
Let them take you away from all these hounds
Are the colts on the hill alone?
Buffalos on the hill!
And I swear itâs good itâs good
Let them take you away from all these crowns
Are the colts on the hill alone?
Buffalos on the hill!