Texty: Quasi. Little White Horse.

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