Carridale Relapse In The River City
These solid yellow lines divide my mind like the streets
they ride. I’m sorry but I’m getting out tonight. It
seems my lucks run out in this old graveyard town by now,
and its time for me to be dipping out. I’m jaded, I’m
wasted. It’s a relapse in the river city, a break down in
the heart of dixie. So come one come all. I’m leaving
everything behind to sing these songs. I’ll be back next
fall, but I wouldn’t count on me to stick around for very
long. This summer came and went and I got lost in the
thrill of it. Now I’m tearing up at the in seam. I’ve got
to find my way, and yea it hurts to say, because this
place used to mean so much to me.
