Happy birthday, Margie. I miss you.
Counting Crows (1996)
Marjorie dreaming of the middle of the dayTiyuri to winPerfect Dozen to placeMoney is the matter that's been on her mindTime ticks by her one race at a timeShe's tryin' to be a good girlAnd give 'em what they wantBut Marjorie dreaming of horsesLookin' at a green skySun like a red eyeBright blue horses are the fortune she lives byShe's tired and lonelyScared and depressedHer visions of one day go racing the nextShe's trying to be a good girlAnd give 'em what they wantBut Marjorie dreaming of horsesMargie doesn't say anything all the way homeSo afraid she'll awake to find she's all aloneMarjorie wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, andTV dinners and letters she won't send, andEvery race night is shot through with sunlightTrying to hit the big one one last time tonight for...Drunken fathers and stupid mothers andBoys who can't tell one girl from anotherSo she takes her pillsCareful and roundOne of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle downBut she's trying to be a good girlAnd give 'em what they wantBut Marjorie dreaming of...Trying to be a good girlAnd give 'em what they wantBut Marjorie dreaming of horses