Guitar picks and metronome ticks
This is a home-mix it's crazy that
I'm leaving all
The long walks and doors that won't lock
The loud alarm clocks and words that
I can't read at all
For lamp shades and hand-me-down suede
And birthday beignets in backyards and
Parking lots
For long flights and merciless nights of
Dreaming, fireworks, hard time breathing
Windy road, should have known
While I catch, the falling sand
Empty land, little band
Ticking round the hour hand
Trying to, describe the view
Looking down the painted street
It's hard to say but can't you see
The pastel colors 'neath my feet
Now it's 5 AM and I'm driving
Into a life within the
The white double lines
And I'm running low but I want
To know 'fore I go if I can
Make the other side
As the days go by with the stages of
My life changes in what I
Care to say
The memoirs of pastures and stars
Dirt bikes and backyards, with time
Begin to fade away
Day-dreams and recollections
Kindle past emotion gliding
Through the darkened
Alley of my mind
Stray beams of sunlight 'flection
Dwindle in the day that's dying
Do remark the
Closing of my eyes
Windy road, should have known
While I catch, the falling sand
Empty land, little band
Ticking round the hour hand
Trying to, describe the view
Looking down the painted street
It's hard to say but can't you see
The pastel colors 'neath my feet