A whip-smart smile and a rusted dream
Pulling roses from the rain
Down on I-16
Down here something is about to give
And the barb wire stars whisper I might live
These mud tracked boots are full of rain and nails
the dark fills in where the light has failed
Neon dirt is turning red as blood
You can see your story written in the blood
You and me, we're confident thieves
we've never been caught, and we never will be
we steal our way through the chain-smoke wind
and we'll go back home, where we never have been
The iceberg drunks are drifting slow and tired
The silver moon hangs on a circus wire
Down here something is about to give
The barb wire stars whisper I might live
You and me, we're confident thieves
We've never been caught, and we never will be
We steal our way through the chain-smoke wind
And we'll go back home, where we never have been
A whip-smart smile and a rusted dream
Pulling roses from the rain
Down on I-16