Getting late for decision    What's that waiting about    Horses are chomping at the bit    The gate is nearly busted down    Moment before the calm of the storm    And everyone's blood goes wild    Except yours and mine       How many years has it taken    Your restless heart growing old    Horses running off on their own    And the stable's burnt to the ground    The longer you wait    Your decision will fade    And wind up wasting this time    Yours and mine