Wilson D. Blake - Recyclable Lyrics

4000 miles and counting
A million steps from home
Without any forewarning
Your hands around my throat

I guess I'll learn to live with the cold
What a mess, a house of cards
Paper goods, bought and sold

Sometimes you're a lightbulb burning low
Or you outshine the sky
Either way I find it hard to get close
No matter how hard I try

I guess I'll put some sunglasses on
What a mess, castles fall
As thunder splits the dawn

4000 miles and counting
A million steps from home
And every one feels like I'm drowning
Can't find the strength to carry on

I guess there's nowhere for me to go
What a mess, I stand in awe
Paralyzed by your glow

It's all I know