Gregory Alan Isakov - Feed Your Horses Lyrics

Gregory Alan Isakov Lyrics

"Feed Your Horses"

The city, they say, is on fire
You been searching the big lights, searching the skies
You jump to the ballroom, and that white wedding gown
I'll feed your horses when you go into town

You say love's a speeding train you gotta catch
You been searching the subways for the perfect match
You comb through the corners of the old Lost-And-Found
I'll feed your horses when you're looking around

Ageless, ageless, you know it is
Take this old heart of mine
I know you'll know what to do with it

Your crooked heart has left you to roam
Looking for love, you forget to come home
I'll wait for you, darling, like grain in the ground
I'll feed your horses, oh, I'll feed your horses
Yeah, and I'll feed your horses when you go into town

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Writer(s): Gregory Alan Isakov

album: "Appaloosa Bones" (2023)

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"Feed Your Horses" lyrics

Gregory Alan Isakov Lyrics