Trailer dust on a two-lane road, Coffee getting cold, got a horse in tow. He says, “Baby, you were born for this,” I just laugh and tighten up my cinch. Got butterflies raising hell inside, But they disappear when I start to ride. Whole world fades when they call my name, Me and this mare walking through that gate. One deep breath, one touch of the rein, Leave every worry outside that chain. I come alive where the dirt flies, Heart wide open underneath those lights. Run her down hard, let the whole world spin, Slide through the dust and do it again. I ain’t chasing ribbons, I ain’t chasing fame, I’m chasing that feeling I can’t explain. Somewhere between the fear and the ride, Between the reins is where I come alive. Fast circle flying, slow it back down, Hear those hoofbeats shaking the ground. Left spin, right spin, find that line, Every little heartbeat keeping time. He’s by the rail with my coffee cup, Filming every run and cheering me up. Says, “Whatever that scoreboard says, Girl, you rode like hell—now do it again.” I come alive where the dirt flies, Heart wide open underneath those lights. Run her down hard, let the whole world spin, Slide through the dust and do it again. I ain’t chasing ribbons, I ain’t chasing fame, I’m chasing that feeling I can’t explain. Somewhere between the fear and the ride, Between the reins is where I come alive. I’ve been broke by horses, healed by ’em too, Lost a little sleep chasing what I love to do. Had some heartbreak buried in this ground, But a horse has a way of turning you around. So open that gate— I’ve waited all day. Give me one more rundown, And get outta my way! Run… Run… Run… Whoa! Hooves hit deep — dirt fills the air. That’s where I live, where the dirt flies, With a little bit of crazy burning in my eyes. Run her down harder, let that arena shake, Lay down a stop they won’t forget today. No, I don’t need saving, just open that gate, I’ve got one life and I ain’t gonna wait. When they ask where I found this heart of mine— Somewhere between the reins… That’s where I come alive. He meets me at the gate with that same old grin, Says, “You ready to load up?” I say— “Not yet… I wanna ride again.”
