Little White Horse Quasi

Riding away on your little white horse

Remember yourself as a poor, clueless kid
Blown out and thrown out and groping for your lid
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
Wait for it to stop
Called out and bawled 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 dead soon anyway
You don't have to worry
Exiting a dream, suspended in midair
Halfway between somewhere and nowhere...
Forget their agendas, their numbers & their stats-
The bastards and buggers, and the snakes and the rats
Remember yourself before they've got into your skull
With their anesthesia, bombast, and bull
Riding away on your little white horse