It takes no match to give me a spark Now I'm trying out another heart I've been whining 'bout a fresh start I've found myself a good horse I've spurred it over quicksand And I've run it through the hollow land I've fed it with a shaky hand I've found myself a strong horse These are the promises I can keep These are the promises I can keep To live like I must And ride with the dust in my face (whoa) In grace (whoa) I've found myself a good horse Yes, I've found myself a strong horse But things remain no different than before These are the promises I can keep Yes, these are the promises I can keep To live like I must And ride with the dust in my face (these are the promises that I will keep), oh Oh, these are the promises I can keep These are the promises I can keep To live like I must And ride with the dust in my face (whoa) In grace (whoa) In grace (whoa) In grace (whoa)