If I were in the desert for several days riding that no-named horse I’d be like: “You’re Horsey McHorseface, The Horsemeister, Dr. Horsenstein, Colt 45, No Glue Stu, Harry Trotter, Trotsky, David Hasselhoof, My Mane Man, Lebron Manes, 50 Shades of Neigh, Neigh-dy GaGa, Pony Sopprano, Haulin’ Oats, Stallion Thee Meghan” I mean, c’mon, Bro. You had at least four days in the desert sun, you wrote a whole song, yet came up with nothing for “The Steed in Need”? Inexcusable.