Tiyuri to win
Perfect dozen to place
Money is the matter thats been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time
Shes tryin to be a good girl
And give em what they want
But margerys dreaming of horses
Lookin at a green sky
Sun like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
Shes tired and lonely
Scared and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next
Shes trying to be a good girl
And give em what they want
But margerys dreaming of horses
Margie doesnt say anything all the way home
So afraid shell awake to find shes all alone
Margerys wingspans all feathers and coke cans, and
Tv dinners and letters she wont 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 cant tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills
Careful and round
One of these days shes gonna throw the whole bottle down
But shes trying to be a good girl
And give em what they want
But margerys dreaming of...
Trying to be a good girl
And give em what they want
But margerys dreaming of horses