Pony Ride - Neil Finn

He only wants to get you out of your mind

Offer sweet resistance don’t be unkind

When I was a boy I rode on his back

Now I ask myself the question

There’s no way I’m leaving this pony ride

In the midday tournament

I should never complain again

Thoughts spread like vines tangled up inside

They all decide to find a place

If you can hear the circuits jam I cannot tell

To the top of the hill I dig in my heels

And I whisper gently to the lord of the fields

And I listen closely to the sound of the bees

But I fear my nature has lost me

Some days I’d rather be mystified

Than understanding part of it

And have you try to explain again

Thoughts spread like vines tangled up inside

They all decide to find a place

You can hear the circuits jam

I cannot tell

Only love

Is tripping you up

Poking your eye

Taking you downtown

What goes on

I’ll sing you a song

A face on the mirror, the mirror

They come from the underground

And deep down you know it’s true

You laid out the welcome mat

For catfish and vampire bats

Some days I’d rather be mystified

Than understanding part of it

And have you try to explain again

Thoughts spread like vines

Tangled up inside

They all decide to find a place

You can hear the circuits jam

I cannot tell