White horse, riding across my mind   Wearing a band of gold around your hooves   Collecting the stars, the glint of the stars   In your great and empty eye      The drink I drink is a drink as strong as   The strongest poison in the land   Riding on the back of my horse with his golden band   Who catches the stars in his eye      His great and empty eye   That had never smiled, never noticed me   I would like to think of that he dreamt of me   When he went to sleep at night      That he thought I was the special thing in his life   But to those great eyes, they see nothing   They don't profess poetry   Don't profess insight into me      Now I stand on empty man   Beside the stable door on the stud farm   And the green and gray attendant   Hands me straw, says, "Go feed the horses"      You know, of course he's a dreaming talking horse   Who wears gold bands around his feet   And dreams of stars, and dreams of stars   In his empty eye, in his empty eye