I really didn't get to know you all that well You always let us know in your words that music Was like a well To drink from when we felt like we were there Dying of thirst To save us from the pain that we felt Like we were riding some big white horse
White horse, white horse
Now I've always heard that you gave much more than you took Like Basquiat saying that art and music forced us to take another look Pull us from despair, give us joy and hope and help set a course
Like we were running from these hounds of hell On some big white horse
White horse, white horse
Speaking out against injustice and pain and intolerance of course Like we were running from those hounds of hell On some big white horse