Mystery Jets

They say if you leave a horse alone it dies
Nestles into the hay and shuts its eyes
Well I’ve dreamt of being that horse a hundred times
And I end up a pile of bones and a cloud of flies
And when you’re nine years old you don’t care
If your on your own or one of a pair
And when you get salt in your eyes, sand in your hair
Call for mom or daddy they’ll be there
Please don’t turn me into a man
Cos I don’t want to see my skin fold
Oh please wont you keep me as I am
Oh people look so lonely when they’re old, when they’re old