There's all kinds of people, Most of them equal, But I do not know who you are anymore. I've spent a lifetime, Riding the pipeline Into the future. The water gets cold. Your stories get old. Your stories get old. You should be getting ready For the races. It's animals in motion, Like the birds by the sea. In the car I'll sing you Julie's cactus tree. Cause the way I see your face, It's you and I. Isn't it amazing To watch the colors changing. The horses are complaining about the heat. And if my horse comes in, I'll buy you everything You ever wanted And never had. I know That I've been slow, But I'm prepared To go the distance. I've spent all my time In the debt of other minds.