Another Horsedreamer's Blues - Counting Crows

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