Counting Crows Another Horsedreamers' Blues
Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day Tiyuri to win Perfect Dozen to place Money is the matter that's been on her mind Time ticks by her one race at a time She's trying' to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of horses Looking' at a green sky Sun like a red eye Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by She's tired and lonely Scared and depressed Her visions of one day go racing the next She's trying to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of horses Margery doesn't say anything all the way home So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and TV dinners and letters she won't send, and Every race night is shot through with sunlight Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for... Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and Boys who can't tell one girl from another So she takes her pills Careful and round One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down But she's trying to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of... Trying to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of horses
