pullin' back the reins

k.d. lang/Ben Mink
out of nowhere this gust of wind
brushed my hair and kissed my skin
i aimed to hold a bridled pace
when with love itself i came face to face

pullin' back the reins
trying to remain
tall in a saddle
when all that we had well
ran away
with a will of its own

i know your soul is wild and free
like this galloiong inside me
tossed by instinct and where we land
is vast and certain of all that's planned

you know, i learned to break the run
and gently harness the love of someone
yes, and equal parts of wait and trust
is in control of the both of us