Goodnight, Texas To Hurry Things Along
There are mornings where I try
To wake up with my head held high
But I suppose I'm not so strong
And there are mornings where I let
Myself an extra cigarette
I do to hurry things along
There is monotony in this
Pretending there are purposes
Behind the things that don't belong
They say that time's a precious thing
You gotta fight, you gotta sing
I guess I think that they are wrong
There is no order to this list
There is no hint or evеn gist
There is no reason to еxplain
There is no outcome that is planned
There is no super guiding hand
There is no way to stop this train
One time she came to me in tears
Her voice an octave from my ears
And write her death inside a song
Well, now I dream of her at night
I see she's dressed in angel white
I smoke to hurry things along
Time is always treading
There is no use in hiding from its song
Life is long and lonesome
So I smoke to hurry things along
Nothing's organized by type
And fruit was picked before it's ripe
I tried to keep it all from rot
I tried to make it what it's not
But it's a game of zero-sum
That always leaves you feeling numb
And picking pieces from a floor
While you are locked inside a door
I tried to wrap it in my mind
And even leave it all behind
It seems the best ones always go
Before you get the chance to find that
Time is always treading
There is no use in hiding from its song
Death, it may be random
But I smoke to hurry things along
Yeah, I smoke to hurry things along
There are mornings where I try
To wake up with my head held high
But I suppose I'm not so strong
And there are mornings where I let
Myself another cigarette
I do to hurry things along
I do to hurry things along
I do to hurry things along
