Horse Named Nothing Songtext
von Mariel Buckley

I′ve been keeping up late with your picture
Tore the back right off of the frame
My fingers on the film, painted in blue
June 25, and still signed with your name

Still wearing out holes in my boots
Still tangled up blue over you
The mess I have made, the shape I am in
All covered in misery, what can I do?

When I get to the gates of heaven
Is there a long list of sins and your name?
Do I ride into hell on a horse named nothing?
If I'm going down for my sins all the same


Just sold that old wagon we dented
Rocks kicked up, scratched off the paint
Your head on my shoulder, wheel in my hands
I swore when you left me, I′d never drive again

When I get to the gates of heaven
Is there a long list of sins and your name?
Should I ride into hell on a horse named nothing?
If I'm going down for my sins all the same

Going through pictures
Of coffee cups and couch cushion stains
I guess somehow, now, we're even
Or even to you, anyway

I′ve been keeping up late with your picture
Tore the back right off of the frame