It takes no match to give me a spark. Now Iâ€™m trying out another heart. Iâ€™ve been winding â€˜bout a fresh start. Iâ€™ve found myself a good horse. Eyes burning on the quicksand. And I run it through the hollow land. Iâ€™ve fed it with a shaky hand. I found myself a strong horse. These are the promises I can keep. These are the promises I can keep. To live like I must. And ride with the dust in my face. In grace. Iâ€™ve found myself a good horse. Yes Iâ€™ve found myself a strong horse. But things remain not different then before. These are the promises I can keep. Yes these are the promises I can keep. To live like I must. And ride with the dust in my face. These are the promises I can keep. These are the promises I can keep. To live like I must. And ride with the dust in my face.