"OTB" lyrics

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

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

All your horses left
Left on the race track
If I listen closely
Harmonicas play back

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

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