Sixty Horses from Subservient by Quato

There's few choices in a one horse town
The bowling lanes or the Elk Lodge Lounge
Like an anvil weighing you down

Green eyes and hair was brown
She fooled about with every guy in town
She wasn't one to just wait around

In the moments when the sounds died down
Two lonely voices laid upon the ground
The changes grew until they both had doubts
But couldn't turn their ship around
Now they both may drown

There's new life to be found
There's a girl whose heart beats now
Same place, new routes
Different paths but you can't get out
Big fish, Small town

Spent the summer just a tooling about
Chain O Lakes with an outboard sound
Sixty horses and you'll get around

• Rock
• alt-country
• indie
• rock
• Waukegan