I woke up And my teeth is still here Thank God If I spoke up Will anybody care, 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 is the part that no-one ever talks about Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I'll get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be Now everyone around is blacked out drunk by eight o' clock Poking fun at the kid who songs songs I guess this one isn't 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, why she sticks around Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I'll get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Used to see white horses, and they were running through the fields Now I see colored Porsches, speeding through the hills That's not home, that's not home That's not home to me But I'll get used to it And wait for where I'm supposed to be Supposed to be Supposed to be