Whitehorse

Searching high...

With a yellow soul I dig for ashes...

In a sea of gold Drifting low...

My yellow soul I'll live on air...

If the clouds will hold Jesus riding on a white horse

Hero calling from the sky Jesus riding on a

Whitehorse with spare room for you and I to fly

Riding on a Whitehorse high

Sail high on the ocean sky Searching high...

With a yellow soul

There's no tommorow...

In the days of old Falling low...

My yellow soul

It's sad to burn...

Left in the cold

Wanna ride wanna ride so high

Sail up to the ocean sky

Wandering around

Waiting to be found

When I get caught up in the same old,

Same old I rest my head to wake up same old,

Same old I go to the rock with my

One Time shot I listen for the sound...

Of a Whitehorse walking on the sky