Whispertown 2000 Iron Will
I met a man with a lumber yard tan
And the sun was to his back but he was open like a bottle
cap
And I told him I was twenty six and he looked at me
Like a crucifix, like I was hangin' from my arms
Then the wind took me away and I wish I told him
I wish I'd stayed
That there was something 'tween the lines
And I can't help but look back, I got time to kill
An iron will, but baby I can't back track
And each letter I write ends up an offering to the night
And as I turned away I could feel his eyes cover in lies
He told through his own teeth and when I told him I was
twenty six
You know he looked at me like a crucifix
Like I was bleeding out my charms and if there ain't know
he
Well then I'll race you there, I'll race you there
My suitcase in hand
My suitcase in hand
