A Horse Called Strong

Riders came from the north, through the Stallion Gate Brought a phantom horse, our future tied to its fate Everything uncertain, the horse wild called Strong The desert night a curtain, in case the trip went wrong Like ghosts, they rode the sky And Johnny sang their tale All the riders high Riding Strong right into hell The wrangler thin and tall, smoked, wore a pork pie Strong restless in his stall, wild eyed already high They calmed the horse, brought him to the Trinity corral He would run the course, wild through the chaparral Like ghosts, they rode the sky And Johnny sang their tale All the riders high Riding Strong right into hell The ride was carefully planned, measured to the last detail Carried out on desolate sand, at the end of the Shiva trail The wrangler picked the rider, the saddle made of steel Strong became hyper, situation surreal Like ghosts, they rode the sky While Johnny sang their song All watchers shield your eyes And Strong was hell bound Strong kickin' dust shot out the chute, lightin' up the night sky Shock waves only distance could dilute destruction terrify When it was over, what remained, just glass no one could claim Strong had been unchained and we'll never be the same Like ghosts, they rode the sky And Johnny sang their tale All the riders high Riding Strong right into hell Riding Strong right into hell