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heading south of the town where i know they'll be drinking maybe i can stop thinking
put your money away this round is on me i can see we all need it all your stories and
lies don't mean a thing if you don't get home safely let's get some take out and go
back to my house and listen to my roommate's records you can sleep on the couch
and so can you aha three well so be it and if the phone rings at 3:32 well you know
that i'll answer on the road five days a week eat that concrete by the mile you know i
hate to hear you lying on the phone i'm coming home remember when we use to dance
fed that jukebox all night long and now your in the arms of another man tell me
what went wrong don't tell me it's all my fault now my heart is lost like the soul of
a sinner look look looking staring at this gun reflection in the mirror where'd you hide
my mother's son got a funny way of thinking that this shit will never end and i don't
want to lay down but i just want to lay down wish wish wishing i could just play my
guitar but you'll find me on the freeway getting high up in my car with no destination
got it pointed at the sun just trying to put some distance between me and a gun i
don't want to wait to taste the train i stayed up much too late when does the patience pay
off you say the joke's on me and i can't disagree what's to be expected went out on a
limb and thought it over does it ever fade away do you recall the punchline motivation's
not the same lost all interest in your games now who feels misdirected i thought i was
in heaven yeah reluctant angel hell is where you left me still i can't place the blame and
i won't be ashamed to say that i loved you it's not a long way from telford to north main
but sometimes it feels like 1200 miles and you won't see me you're watching your t.v.
and i'm on my floor losing my mind while you walk out your door to the car and
down to the bar how will you get home tonight take it all away still feels the same and
every night it's the same damn thing there's one in the chamber with you name in
sharpie now how do you feel no need for fiction it's much more scary when it's
real and how in the hell could i ever tell doing the laundry just doesn't see right
nothing's changed and so has everything taken for granted taken away down i cried on
the yellow line didn't find comfort there can't help but thinking you're just out of town
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and you will call me up and tell me where you're at and then we will have a laugh but
the joke is on me there's no more james dean the difference between listen and feel
perfect is an even number stuck out in this field of targets same circus different clowns
and where are te kissing girls now liars poker a useless lullaby and first team
all-american for my favorite spy and long live the president's analyst not a footnote this
work of spies throw your bottles in thr ground and i will be right here waiting for the
sun to go down on your desert garden and oh to live in now there's a million different
reasons and no one seems to blame you can fault the seasons and i'll suggest it's timing
there's a shitload of reasons and no one seems to blame you can fault the weather and
i'll insist it's timing and never mind the mileage don't watch the clock you might make
time stand still no matter how slow it goes never fast enough or slow enough it's all the
same and this is how evil is and this is right where you are the world in my head is too
big so i choke on reality and you hold me when death visits in my sleep been lonely for
so long i'm terrified to return and this is how evil is and this is right where you are and
here comes the next time a lifetime too soon want to know what is worse nothing to
remember or something to forget and this is how evil is and this is right where you are
and here comes the empty emotional ghost town next exit ghost town collector of
broken dreams they're tearing at the scene fade into the foreground and do you feel real
special going nowhere fast what a shame i'm bogged down in the mire late night it's
quite a touchy subject a realm that's best unexplored and questions go unanswered not
open for discussion there's laughter down the alley there's laughter down your hall i'm
sick of secret living i'm tired of it all and i know the time is near and i know the score
my dear and i feel like the first man to drown on dry land when i look in the mirror
i am not alone the smell of pomade recalls talks to girls and how their clothes fit
better and some discomfort is good and i-don't-know-if-i-cans and do-you-think-you-
woulds and the clock on the mantle only reads once upon a time a hell of a story
once yours to tell now i guess it's mine and sleep tight tonight your airforce
is awake in this neighborhood of sirens just a matter of time 'til i break down and cry
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