Tiltwheel Texas 10
A bushel of stars and a thousand small white crosses lead me back to you A bushel of stars and a thousand small white crosses and the blood on the highway a family of five i saw burn alive all thats left is the blood on the highway i have no reason to feel this way but i was bored you were the same as all the others who have played watch me climb and watch me reach the short peak watch me stumble watch me slip and lose my grip and if i fall from grace with drunken gods bow your heads and laugh out loud.
