I woke up, and my teeth are still here, thank God If I spoke up, but anybody can, 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 the part no one ever talks about Used to see white horses And they were running through the fields Now I see colored horses Speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be And every one of us Blacked out drunk by eight o'clock Poking fun at the kid who sings songs, my love I guess this one is in 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 while she sticks around Used to see white horses And they were running through the fields Now I see colored horses Speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Used to see white horses And they were running through the fields Now I see colored horses Speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Supposed to be Yeah, yeah, yeah Supposed to be Yeah, yeah, yeah