Commentary (in italics) written by Paul Kwinn

Well my heart knows me better than I know myself
So I’m gonna let it do all the talking.

Wouldn’t talking be more of a mouth thing?

I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.

Strange bedfellows…

I felt a little fear upon my back
He said “Don’t look back, just keep on walking.

Self-defense-wise, that seems like pretty questionable advice

When the big black horse said, “Look this way”
Said, “Hey there lady, will you marry me?”

Pretty sure Loving vs Virginia did NOT apply to marrying horses, black or otherwise.

But I said no, no, no_____o, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no—–o, no-no-no
I said no, no, you’re not the one for me

And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.

HIGHLY inadvisable. Not generally reversible.

But I cut some cord, and I shouldn’t have done it,
And it won’t forgive me after all these years

Cut some cord? What cord? A cord of wood? I don’t think the cherry tree would approve.

So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.

OK, so now the horse and the tree have a disembodied heart for a companion.

Now it won’t come back, ’cause it’s oh so happy
And now I’ve got a hole for the world to see

That sounds, well, unsanitary at best.

And it said no, no, no_____o, no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me
No, no, no—–o, no-no-no
Said no, no, you’re not the one for me

Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You’re not the one for me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
So, so much negativity.
You’re not the one for me

Big black horse and a cherry tree
Don’t forget the heart.

I can’t quite get there ’cause my heart’s forsaken me

Big black horse and a cherry tree
I can’t quite get there cause my heart’s forsaken me