[Verse 1] A dozen race horses Frozen in poses All grounded by posts Bound to lose by a nose With nowhere to go Nowhere to go [Verse 2] The levers are trimmed And the circles begin Ain't it strange to see a zebra Chasing the lion? Whirling aglow Twirling aglow [Chorus] But if you ride with no one No one by your side Who's gonna hold you...Learn More