GrooveLily

There are two meadows wide and green
A fence is running in between
And the horses on one side are all healthy
They have perfect shiny coats
And a bucket full of oats
In terms of equine assets they are all wealthy

But every day they're tied to someone else's rope
A riding crop's enough to make them give up hope
Is that the life for me? I don't think I could cope, nope

That's why I'm sitting on the fence

And over on the other side
Are horses running far and wide
They are proud and they will answer to no one
They are wild as the breeze
As it whistles through the trees
There is beauty in their unbridled motion

But when the winter comes there's hardly food at all
There's no retreating to the safety of the stall
Don't think I'll answer when I hear Jack London's call, y'all

That's why I'm sitting on the fence

There's no alternative - it's how it's always been
You're fat and burdened or unburdened and too thin
So either way you go they're going to fence you in, when

You gotta wear the saddle if you wanna get the apple
But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle
But you gotta wear the saddle if you wanna get the apple
But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle

That's why I'm sitting on the fence