Matt Duke Rabbit
Every sentiment hangs around
No longer than a minute or two
I find I keep falling for love
But I can’t seem to follow it through
So run, little rabbit, run
I leave one good hand on the wheel
Been counting mile markers for days
Everything falls further behind
I can disappear in several ways
So run, little rabbit, run
Sleep through the morning
Don’t wake me up
Sleep through the morning
One little man to one mighty sun
Try to break away from yourself
Throw your broken bones in a heap
All the blood and guts are exposed
Your spirit has been begging to leave
