Colt Stands Up, Grows Horns
I follow the trail you left in the snow
Picked up your footsteps and made them my own
One thousand and one, one thousand and two
Oh, the gravity of you
You gave me an idol
When you gave me these idle hands
And you twist up the land
'Til the snow turns to sand
And I can't find the trail back home
Writer/s: Camilla Wynne Ingr, Jordan Cramer, Michael Emery Doerksen, Spencer Krug
