Stable Song

Time for the final bow
Rows of deserted houses all
Our stable mates highway bound

Give us our measly sum
Getting the air inside my lungs
Is heavenly starting out
With nothing but crippling doubt

We’ll rest easy
Justified

Suffered a swift defeat
I’ll endure countless repeats
The gift of memories
An awful curse
With age, it just gets much worse

But I won’t mind
I won’t mind