Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm   Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar   There are many things I'd love to turn you on to   But somehow I feel they're safer where they are.    Well some people in bound infatuation   While some others spell depression as the law   Someone's mother getting no imagination   So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone's door.       Don't be the man I know with no expressions lord   Ain't got none at all   Pity the man I know with no expressions lord   Ain't got none at all       But you'll never, no you'll never see this man laughing   Come to think of it, I've never seen this man cry   But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing   By and by, he'll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye.       Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm   Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar   There are many things I'd love to turn you on to   But somehow I feel they're safer where they are.