The stallion flies like wind and eagle
coat black as midnight it fits
our highway stereotype right down
it's mane and tail flying behind it
as it carries it's thieving rider
away from the scene of crime
but no black and yellow tape signifies it
his handiwork is invisible to those unable to see
shadowing cape billowing in the wind
and his silver spurs shining in the sunlight
the bounty he took riding silent alongside him
away into the fairy tale sunset
the future reflected in his eyes
but they are blind to the wreckage
left after his undetectable robbery
and is even oblivious to the prize he pilfered
the thief gallops into fast approaching night
the outlaw who stole my heart