Текст песни
Splinters in my hands
Dust on my knees
Backyard battlefield
Between the maple trees
One frayed stirrup
A rope for a rein
A scuffed red helmet
Stickered-up faith
I’m riding my wooden horse
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
I'm happy so much because
Still I ride, still I ride
Every bruise, every scar on my skin
They’re mine, they’re mine
I’m riding my wooden horse
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
Neighbors shake their heads
At my horse. Checkmate
They say it won’t carry me
It won't reach the gate
Let the weight of their words
Press down on my spine
In my head, in my chest
Every mile is mine
I’m riding my wooden horse
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
I'm happy so much because
Still I ride, still I ride
Every bruise, every scar on my skin
They’re mine, they’re mine
I’m riding my wooden horse
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
