All your horses left

Left on the race track

You bet one by one

Throw away money like that

Driving into Brooklyn

She’s wondering how’s dad

He’s left the TV on

It’s part of his daily format

It’s in his silence

It’s in his get back sting

All in this bottle

Oh when it bottles up to something

All your horses left

Left on the race track

If I listen closely

Harmonicas play back

I’m not one to talk about

The sentimental moments in my life

The phone it rings and my sister

Answers the line

I know it’s tough

But mom deserves the truth this time

Guess we gotta break the news

Guess we gotta break it

All your horses left

Can’t deny

You meant too much

Stay ground

I’ll stay the only course

In my life for you

That I’m sure