I go to the barn because I like the | Band of horses

Well I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d wear with pride
Like some empty dress on the bed you’ve layed out for tonight
Maybe I’ll tell you sometime


Outside by your doorstep
In a worn out suit and tie
I’ll wait
For you to come down
Where you’ll find me
Where we’ll shine

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