Crazy Horse
Babyface
When the horse that you ride has no hold or no mane
And the forces of nature
Bring teaching and pain
In the sweet, sweet November rain
When your empire is over
And its fallen from grace
When your beauty gives in
To the lines on your face
That?s the day you become
the wounded bird
And the forces of nature
Bring teaching and pain
In the sweet, sweet November rain
When your empire is over
And its fallen from grace
When your beauty gives in
To the lines on your face
That?s the day you become
the wounded bird