For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.

Listen twice as much as you talk, since you were born with two ears and one mouth.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.

Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf.

Beckon The Sea, I'll Come To The.... Shed Seven Tears, Perchance Seven Years...

It never seemed fair that just when you're old enough to do anything you want, you can't. You have to start working, so there's no time. And if there is time, you're not working, so there's no money.

Since humans first huddled around campfires, stories have been told of wild horses with wind in their manes, fire in their eyes and freedom in their hearts. Those horses eluded capture, and scorned the comforts of civilization. Americans have insisted they want their wild horses to live that way, forever.