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 trying' to be a good girl
  And give 'em what they want
  But Margery's dreaming of horses
  Looking' at a green sky
  Sun like a red eye
  Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
  She's tired and lonely
  Scared and depressed
  Her visions of one day go racing the next
  She's trying to be a good girl
  And give 'em what they want
  But Margery's dreaming of horses
  Margery 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
  Trying 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 trying to be a good girl
  And give 'em what they want
  But Margery's dreaming of...
  Trying to be a good girl
  And give 'em what they want
  But Margery's dreaming of horses