| A proud man doesn’t hear you |
| It only matters how he feels |
| A used man don’t have much to say |
| Tires gone, he’s riding rough on wheels |
| Neither knows what peace feels like |
| Chasing what is right around the bend |
| Chalk it up to, «Well, that’s life» |
| Happiness hiding in the wind |
| Slow your horses down |
| Wherever you go, there you are |
| Ground is cracking under all of us |
| The river stopping short of home |
| Time has got us chasing our own tails |
| We run around in circles on our own |
| Close your eyes and hear your mind |
| Let yourself be still and you’ll transcend |
| Those little thoughts are the biggest lies |
| A con man disguised as your best friend |
| Slow your horses down |
| Wherever you go, there you are |
| Lay your body down |
| Whatever you know, that’s who you are |
| Those age-old lines in the mirror |
| Them scars have never been so bold |
| But beauty in the eye of another |
| Is forever cold |
| Slow your horses down |
| Wherever you go, there you are |
| Lay your body down |
| Whatever you know, that’s who you are |