All Them Horses Noah Kahan Lyrics

All Them Horses By Noah Kahan.

All Them Horses Noah Kahan Lyrics
All Them Horses Noah Kahan Lyrics

Window seat in a nineties plane
See the rivers meet and spread like veins
‘Nother airport lounge, ‘nother time zone change
Gonna dance around, sing about my pain
Okay, it pays
See the dried flood lines on the neighbor’s porches
Do you remember cryin’ for all them horses?
They did not look scared at all, they did not look scared
They did not look scared at all

So tell me that it feels you cannot escape me
Just yell like Dad would yеll at all the noise I’m makin’
I’m just happy you still call, I’m just happy
I’m just happy you still call
City kid bought the farm, hе’s a real nice guy
Left a lifetime invitation for my friends and I
Couldn’t make it back even if I tried
Oh, some things live forever, even when they die
Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Know I wanna beat it, wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I’ve crossed the county line, I cannot go back
I’m always on my own
Couldn’t make it home ’cause of all that rain
Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state
I’m high above us now in a big jet plane
I’m always on my own
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[Post-Chorus]
I’m always on my own
Oh
Woah!
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh

I ain’t planned it yet, dear, the plane just landed out here
Rubbed my eyes on 89, double yellow, murdered deer
You can’t vanish, yes, love, you can try to disappear
A thousand miles on a dirt road
Strike a light, let it burn slow
Maybe I’m manic again, but I think this time I’m out for good
The sidewalk preacher with a record deal, I’m the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood
This ain’t mine anymore, I made too much goddamn noise
And I’m starin’ at the void, spin castin’ with the boys

Know I wanna beat it, wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I’ve crossed the county line, I cannot go back
I’m always on my own
Couldn’t make it home ’cause of all that rain
Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state
I’m high above us now in a big jet plane
I’m always on my own
[Post-Chorus]
I’m always on my own

See the dried flood lines on the neighbor’s porches
Do you remember cryin’ for all them horses?
They did not look scared at all, they did not look scared
They did not look scared at all

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