Mama when she'd ride that horse Buried out in Wilson fields Mama'd tell me all she thought Mama'd tell me all how riding feels 

And I thought Not yet. 

Then when mama got too old No one ever rode that horse Until one night I stole her key And I did ride it all night 'till dawn 

When I thought Not yet. 

It looks an ugly world out there Of girl-guides and disease and war I love my little velvet bed I never want to leave it anymore 

At least Not yet. 

Charlie was the first I caught And Charlie was the first I begged To lay an anchor in my heart He [bad word] his fingers down the inside of my legs 

When I thought Not yet. 

All my fears [bad word] to me in dreams Maybe the end ain't as far as it seems Not yet revived but not yet mourned Not quite denied just not yet born