Well, I rode out to the ocean
And the water looked like tarnished gold
I rode out on a broken horse
Who told me she'd never felt so old
She asked me if I'd feed her
And ride her now and thenNo no no, no no no, no no no
I break horses
I don't tend to them
I break horsesThey seem to come to me
Asking to be broken
They seem to run to me
I break horsesDoesn't take me long
Just a few well-placed words
And their wandering hearts are gone
At first her warmth felt good between my legs
Living breathing heart-beating flesh
But soon that warmth turned to an itchTurned to a scratch
Turned to a gash
I break horses
I don't tend to themTonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behind
Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island
And I don't want to see you swimming behindNo, I break horses
I don't tend to them