When you stick to your guns
Expecting a better outcome
And pay through the noise
Yet it seems you are hitting
A rough patch
Hold your horses

When you hit the book
Striking the iron when it's hot
While others hit the sacks
And they seem to get a better result
Coupled with bountiful harvest
Hold your horses

When you swallow your pride
Neglecting your self-respect
Because you want peace to rain
And they make you to eat humble pie
Hold your horses...