Flying Red Horse

The flying red horse from the gasoline wars
 Took off from her station in the sun
 Turning her back on the pack at the pump
 She jumped down from the sign to run
 Full serve attendants were spilling their hoses
 Self-serve was doing the same
 The manager dialed the emergency numbers
 Insurance man won't take the claim
 The sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening
 But not with the breed that can fly
 She's risen up to the level of oak trees
 Too low for the radar man's eye
 I am not much of a joiner she says
 That's not where I draw my strength
 Some of them go for the depth of field
 While most of them go for the length
 Me I will go for the hard combination
 'Cause I have some need to belong
 But I'm leaving this unkind of sign life behind me
 I'll take what is mine and be gone
 If you see something red flash across the horizon
 It's not that your eyes aren't right
 She's taking her place with the red-tailed hawks
 And the broadwinged birds in flight
 The flying red horse from the Ruby Red North
 Took off from her station to the south
 And I swear to you that this story is true
 I heard it right from her mouth
 They think they can tame you, name you and frame you
 Aim you where you don't belong
 They know where you've been but not where you're going
 And that is the source of the songs