Books End Lyrics

Steep Leans Books End

God he must be feeling pretty strange
Five hundred miles in the rain
He got on a Honda and rode across three states
To Allegheny - Verona, PA

He smoked as he stood out front
And he waited for her to come
The unreachable delusions of romantic memory
Had embodied itself in his company

And he knew that this ride would be his last
It was the final solution anyhow
He wants to tell you that he's only made of kindling
Once he catches he burns up quickly