High Horse - Stephen Kellogg

You could tell a lot by the way that a man learns to win

You could tell a lot by the way that he’ll lose

While it’s easy to concern yourself with roosters and dogs

It’s easier to lose track of the truth

And if the more that something hurts

I guess the more that you really care

But you won’t know just how you’ll act until you’re there

So come off your high, high horse

You’re like a plane off course

And I really don’t know what you’re trying to achieve

Looking for someone to blame

Every time it starts to rain

Tell me why do we destroy the things we need?

But you probably don’t see much upon that steed

Your high horse

Memories a liar and a thief

That includes the one on me

Even if we bite the hand that feeds, you know the fact remains

That the problem with success

Is it takes the best laid plans

First it tests, then it makes such an ass of most men

So come off your high, high horse

You’re making things much worse

And I’m wondering if there’s a cross that you won’t climb on

You’re cutting down your friends

Building a case against them

'Til I’m wondering now whose side it is that you’re on

But you probably won’t see much from up upon

Your high horse

Nobody knows (nobody knows)

Nobody knows behind closed doors

Nobody knows (nobody knows)

But one day you’ll look in the mirror (you'll look in the mirror)

And you’ll come off your high, high horse

Stop making things much worse

'Til I’m wondering just whose side it is that you’re on

Cause I was your friend you see

You made a case against me

It’s a fool who don’t know what he’s got until it’s gone

But you probably won’t see much from up upon

Your high horse

Yeah your high horse