Standard (EADGBE)

Gettin late for decision

What's that waiting about

 Horses are chompin' at the bit

 And the gate is nearly busted down

 Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white

'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine

And how many years has it taken

Your restless heart growin' old

 Horses running off on their own now

 And the stable's burned to the ground

 The longer you wait, your decision will fade. Why am I wastin' this time?

Yours and mine, yours and mine, yours and mine

Break

 Moment before the calm of the storm and everyone's blood goes white

'Cept yours and mine, yours and mine