Matthew Good Strange Days
Good morning, don't cop out
You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet
Are you crazy to want this
Even for a while?
We're making this shit up
The reasons for being are easy to pay
You can't remember the others
They just kind of went away
So you're driving, it's rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs
When you drift off to wake up
Do you always hit the brakes?
And we're done lying for a living
The strange days have come and you're
You're gone, you're gone
Either dead or dying
Dead or trying to go
It's evening, you're tired
You sleepwalk, a robot, out to the street
Are you crazy to want this
Even for a while?
You're driving, it's rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving
Backwards, into a wall of fire
Backwards, into a wall of fire
Backwards, into a wall of fire
Backwards, into a wall of fire
And we're done lying for a living
The strange days have come and you're
You're gone, you're gone
And we're done lying for the living
The strange days have come and you're
You're gone, you're gone
Either dead or dying
You're dead or trying to go
To go
Good morning, don't cop out
