OTB by Racoma Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All your horses left
Left on the race track
You bet one by one
Throw away money like that

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 2]
All your horses left
Left on the race track
If I listen closely
Harmonicas play back
[Verse 3]
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

[Outro]
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