Baby, life's what you make it - can't escape it. Baby, yesterday's favourite; don't you hate it?. Everything's all right... life's what you make it. Baby, life's what you make it - don't backdate it.
Running like a horse between the trees. The ground beneath my feet. Gives me something to hold on to. . With the reins around my heart. Guided by hands that spread life before my very eyes.