Rocking horse people, out on a limb And tied to their teeples with a dare and do grin Sometimes I'll make fun of things that you say And laugh at your most peculiar ways Rocking horse people, now what do they win When tied to their steeples with a dare and do grin Sometimes I'll sruggle with thoughts on their way And choke on the words that I'm trying to say Tell me, Sad, what's wrong with that Now, I wouldn't hurt you I wouldn't know how to Tell me, Sad, what's wrong with that I need to know, Sad There's no need in getting this wrong There's no thing like standing out too strong Now sometimes I'll struggle with plans that you make And end up by doing it all the same way