Little White Horse - Quasi

Riding away on your little white horse

Remember yourself as a poor, clueless kid

Blown out and thrown out and groping for your bid

Laid out flat in the back of your mind

Watching your own sorry self from behind

Riding away on your little white horse

You stare down at your legs

Waiting for it to stop

Called out and balled out by some self-appointed cop

Blah blah blah said the tongue to the ear

And so you rise to your feet

Open up your eye

Just in time to see the last in line pass you by

Dig in your heels, take the bull by the horn

Cold and naked as the day you were born

Riding away on your little white horse

Grow up settle down

Make payments on a home

Leave little messages on someone or another’s phone

If it’s not too loud, then you’re not too old

Trust in your bluff and you might never have to fold

So now you’re ready to die

Oh what’s the hurry?

You’re sure enough deaf soon anyway you don’t have to worry

Exiting a dream, suspended in midair

Halfway between somewhere and nowhere

Forget their agendas

There are numbers and they’re stacked

The bastards and buggers, and the snakes and the rats

Remember yourself before they’ve got it through your skull

With their anesthesia, bombast, and bull

Riding away on your little white horse