Dance With the Horns

I'm running

A hopeful free fall and I will land

Where the wind takes me

Isn't it lovely?

The smell of the dirt from the pit

It’s bound to be something you miss

Off I go, take head to my soul

Like a barrel of turmoil

Bound to explode

I smell the rain and run straight for the storm

Then i'll dance on a grave cause i’m eager for more

Just to dance with the horns

Well the wind has picked up now

And the crops are all gone

So I wonder how this town is still holding on

Cause i’m searching for the answers

On the wide open plains

But this feels like the last town

I just tried to escape

Well im hoping, im searching, and most nights I pray

That the wind takes me back where my head used to lay

Off I go, take head to my soul

Like a barrel of turmoil

Bound to explode

I smell the rain and run straight for the storm

Then i'll dance on a grave cause i’m eager for more

Just to dance with the horns