Calexico Half A Smidge
When the evening sun is setting low Blinding you on your drive home And the lanes of traffic all converge Causing you to curse every other word For to wish it all away Daily grind's got your screw stripped No can of wd40 can fix your situation Seems to be losing steam Dream's been dropped on credit cards And false hope pumping out of your soul Like oil in the gulf it's a dead end Drive it further deep into the ground Till the point's dull as your skull And the same sun that you curse Powers your hybrid heart home
