Текст песни Pretty Horses - Dwight Yoakam

Pretty horses are what I have to ride

Lonely memories are where I go to hide

Empty pages are all I choose to write

But I love, I love
But I love, I love, I love
Broken windows are what I look through

Softly searching for small signs of me and you

Gently thinking of what′s left that we could do
About our love, our love
About our love, our love, about our love
About our love, our love
About our love, our love, about our love
Pretty horses are still hard to ride
With each other we will find a place to hide
All the pages are still there to write
I love our love, But our love, our love