Have you ever ridden horses
Through a rainstorm
Or a lion through a busy street bazaar
There are many things
I'd love to turn you on to
But I somehow feel
They're safer where they are
Well some people are
Inbound with infatuation
And some others spill
Depression as the law
From one's mother
Getting at no imagination
So beware then
Maybe sin is at everyone's door
Yes there's a man I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes there's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
But you never no
You would never see this man laughing
Come to think of it
I've never seen him cry
But he might be sitting
And you hear him singing
But by and by he'll stop and sigh before
His voice would even begin to speak
And he'd just cry
Yes there's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes there's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Wo have you ever ridden horses
Through a rainstorm
Or a lion through a busy street bazaar
There are many things
I'd love to turn you on to
But you know that there are something shinning around with it
That you are
Yes there's always a man I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes there's a man that I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
He's got none at all