"High Horse" (J. Ibbotson)   Get up on your high horse, woman Get up on your high horse now Get up on your high horse, woman I'll make it up to you somehow Moonlit shadows she starts tripping fire light Jumping the trees lying across the right of way Silvery morning it glistens down the valley But she don't stop till we ride the night away Get up on your high horse, woman Get up on your high horse now Get up on your high horse, woman I'll make it up to you somehow Long braids tangled at the misty break of morning Catching light through a dusty window pane Lost in lust in denial of the warning She digs her heels in the stallion's flank again Get up on your high horse, woman Get up on your high horse now Get up on your high horse, woman I'll make it up to you somehow Get up on your high horse, woman You pay the price, you get to play, hey Get up on your high horse, woman You're gonna ride to the break of day To the break of day To the break of day Get up on your high horse, woman Get up on your high horse now Get up on your high horse, woman I'll make it up to you somehow Get up on your high horse, woman You pay the price you get to play, hey Get up on your high horse, woman You're gonna ride to the break of day To the break of day To the break of day To the break of day