Phaedra's Troublesome Walk

Phaedra's riding a horse on a dark desert highway
She passes a sign saying "junk horses wanted
We pay top dollars for a well kept hackney"
The Horse broke loose when it read it

He is a classy ginger quarter horse from a strong quarter horse bloodline
He has red stockings and a red blaze on his head
A truly gentleman, no need for a shoeshine
But a horse is a horse, how good is that?

Meanwhile Phaedra's walking the same desert highway
It's hard to read her mind while she's making a poker face
Maybe she is reviewing her everlasting doomsday
She's patting her short blonde hair in place

She's singing: "Uh, ah,
Come back my little cracker
Come on, give up to track her!
Walk this road with me, you ..."
And she doesn't mean the horse

She's singing: "Uh, ah,
Snoop boogie and the cook."
She's singing: "Uh, ah,
I'll just give it off the hook!"
She's singing: "Uh, ah,
You think I'm easy bait?"
When the pain subsides,
It's too late

And while Phaedra's singing songs of joy and mirth
We ask ourselves what happened to the Horse?
The classy ginger quarter horse a spiritual rebirth
It's a dead end story with a horses' corpse

Meanwhile Phaedra's walking the same desert highway
All the stones and tumbleweed sing Amazing Grace
Here she stands and the evening glow finishes her day
She's patting her short blonde hair in place

She's singing: "Uh, ah,
come back my corn cake maker
I am a volcanic crater
Internal respiration
Come on, we fuck the whole damn nation"

She's singing: "Uh, ah,
Snoop boogie and the cook."
She's singing: "Uh, ah,
I'll just give it off the hook!"
She's singing: "Uh, ah,
You think I'm easy bait?"
When the pain subsides,
It's too late