Bright Horses - Live At The Sydney Opera House

Ah, oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh, oh-oh

The bright horses are broken free from the fields
They are horses of love, they're maines full of fire
They're parting the cities, those bright burning horses
And everyone is hiding, no one makes a sound
And I'm by your side, and I'm holding your hand
Bright horses, a wonder springing from your burning hand

Ah, oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh, oh-oh

And everyone has a heart, and it's calling for something
We're all so sick and tired and seeing things as they are
The horses are just horses and their maines ain't full of fire
And the fields are just fields and there ain't no law

And everything is hidden, everyone is cruel
There's no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools
And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall
It's just a wish that time can't dissolve at all

Ah, oh-oh
Ah, oh-oh, oh-oh

This world is plain to see
It don't mean we can't believe in something
And anyway, my baby's coming back now on the next train
I can hear the whistle blowing, I can hear the mighty roar
I can hear the horses prancing in the postures of the Lord

Ah, the train is a-coming, and I'm standing here to see
And it's bringing my baby right back to me
While there are some things that are hard to explain
But my baby's coming home now on the 5:30 train

Thank you