Tied your hand to the horn, hanging for dear life On some mechanical bull ride and you're on fire They said you're one in a million, it'll get you far But you're stuck in a saddle while the show goes on Is it pretty from the top now Baby a reach for the stars May be a shot in the dark What do the tricks and the charm Pony up after long? What do you got when it's gone? Hit a hundred and five coming off the lot In your convertible, high-powered lighting rod But your Corvettes and Kools will only smoke so long Till it's iron and ashes in a cold garage Either ready or you're not now Baby a reach for the stars May be a shot in the dark What do the tricks and the charm Pony up after long? What do you got when it's gone? You knock the ground and break your teeth The cards are falling out your sleeve You're lucky just to catch some sleep at night Your lunch is vomit on the street Your lungs are full but you can't breathe The crowds are lining up to leave The spotlight only burns for so long Baby a reach for the stars May be a shot in the dark What do the tricks and the charm Pony up after long? What do you got when it's gone?