Drive Til Morning Stompers
Will you make my bed? tell me it's ok. 'cus i'm starting to lose faith. can you give me a ride? guess i could walk, but i know you've been this way before. and it's just not enough. escaping for the moment when i'm only to return. there's nothing more this place can offer me. let's get away and start brand new. head above water. i feel six feet under. and the clock won't heal. but there's mileage on this rocketship. forget the turbulence. i'm slighty wiser than i was before. another broken car part. another day that i'm feeling congested. one more bill, a dollar short. another friend who's proved to be a flake. i guess it's what i have to do. in a way, i guess it's subterfuge. i won't start wondering. i'll just start doing. in a way, i guess it's subterfuge
