Someday we'll live like horses: free rein from our old iron fences...
He is dressed as if for a long journey, bearing a knapsack and hip-pack of supplies, a length of rope over one shoulder. There's more in the barn but it'd be silly to drag it around through the bar.
There's more ways than one to regain your senses.
He knocks at Namo's door.
Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses.
Come out, come out, prettybird. We're leaving!
There's more ways than one to regain your senses.
He knocks at Namo's door.
Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses.
Come out, come out, prettybird. We're leaving!