Pretty Horses - Dwight Yoakam

Pretty horses are what I have to ride

Lonely memories are where I go to hide

Empty pages are all I choose to write

But I love, I love

But I love, I love, I love

Broken windows are what I look through

Softly searching for small signs of me and you

Gently thinking of what’s left that we could do

About our love, our love

About our love, our love, about our love

About our love, our love

About our love, our love, about our love

Pretty horses are still hard to ride

With each other we will find a place to hide

All the pages are still there to write

I love our love, But our love, our love