White Horses Songtext
von Mills

I woke up
And my teeth is still here
Thank God
If I spoke up
Will anybody care, probably not
′Cause I've been on my own for a while now
Back on the road, never slowing down
Swing for the fence but I′m striking out
This is the part that no-one ever talks about

Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields
Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills
That's not home, that's not home
That′s not home to me
But I′ll get used to it
And wait for where I'm supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be


Now everyone around is blacked out drunk by eight o′ clock
Poking fun at the kid who songs songs
I guess this one isn't my kind of crowd
Plastic people in a doll′s house
Jimmy's on coke so he′s talking loud
His girlfriend does it too, why she sticks around

Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields
Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills
That's not home, that's not home
That′s not home to me
But I′ll get used to it
And wait for where I'm supposed to be

Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields
Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills
That′s not home, that's not home
That′s not home to me
But I'll get used to it
And wait for where I′m supposed to be
Supposed to be
Supposed to be