Runaway Horses - The Killers, Phoebe Bridgers

Oh my heck, so

Yeah, the youth stampede

I mean, that’s a tradition for sure

Um, one year we were- it was raining all, like, stampedes

And this horse come out

And everyone, you know, said it was supposed to be the best

And it fell in the mud and

Mean, you could see its leg just totally snapped

It was just hanging there

And the girl, you know, laid do-

It was the saddest thing, I mean

I think most of the crowd was crying

She sat up and laid over her horse

And just cried and hugged her horse

And, 'cause she knew that

You know, that was her last moments with that horse

Small town girl

Coca-Cola grin, honeysuckle skin

Born beneath the ruddy sign of a strawberry moon

Small town girl

Shows up for her friends, crazy 'bout the bends

I was there when she first put away childish things

We had spring in our heels

Unwavering forces

Head first into the unknown

Like runaway horses

In a fever till the end

And every step is a silver prayer

In the face of a hard wind

You traded school

For wedding rings and rent, invitations sent

Of you and him by a barn out on the edge of town

Small town girl

Put your dreams on ice, never thinking twice

Some you’ll surely forget and some that you never will

There was a promise in our stride

But we changed courses

Head first into the unknown

Like runaway horses

In a fever till the end

And every step is a silver prayer

In the face of a hard wind

Like runaway horses

It’s a long way back home again

When every step is a silver prayer

In the face of a hard wind