Horses - Live (1998 Broadhurst Theatre)

Word came down and it crashed through my door From the twenty-first floor I was thinking about leaving early for lunch When he told me to shut off my press His face turned green and his white shirt was wet Like he'd just seen an accident We threw our masks into a pile The trucks pulled away for good Holy Mackinaw Joe A bus pulled in, and I waved at it Before I knew what it was We ran in its tracks, chasing its tires But the gates had been riveted shut I looked for the foreman: His number was empty Up to Red Deer to stay We gathered some signs and we sparked up a fire Gordie got burned on the high-voltage wire Holy Mackinaw Joe The first thing she'll ask me is: "How did it go today?" And I'll tell her I thought there was strength in a union I thought there was strength in a mob I thought the company was bluffing When they threatened to chop us off Ah, these guns will wilt, the winter will seize And all the bonfires will go out The company knows when they can afford to be bold I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could Holy Mackinaw Joe We are the horses