Coach And Horses - The Fall

I looked through the 1860's window pane

I see coaches and horses moving around in the slashing rain

No fun

Coaches and horses movin' around

Coaches and horses movin' around

I go down and swear in every inn

I need the enter no service for you… I swear

The coaches and horses move around

I followed it into the late for delivery

Coaches and horses had their plumes on again

They say you can’t come in, your coat infused

I swear to you everything I enter refused

They say no chemicals have been invented yet

In the 1860's again