Текст: Counting Crows. Recovering The Satellites. Another Horsedreamers' Blues.

Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win perfect dozen to place
Money is the matter that's been on her mind
Time ticks by her one race at a time

She's tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses

Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely, scarred and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next

She's tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses

Margie doesn't say anything all the way home
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone

Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans
And TV dinners and letters she won't send
And every race night is shot through with sunlight
Tryin' to hit the big one, one last time tonight

For drunken fathers and stupid mothers and
Boys who can't tell one girl from another
So she takes her pills careful and round
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down

But she's tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of

Tryin' to be a good girl
And give 'em what they want
But Margery's dreaming of horses