I'm in a pressed grey suit today
hard chair and pistachio tiled floor
brown metal, tan plastic, dry eyes
this is anything but fantastic
I'm in a different state today
although everything is such a bore
driving hundreds of miles, trash stacked
in perfect piles
I'm in a pressed grey suit today
hard chair and pistachio tiled floor
brown metal, tan plastic, dry eyes, it's fantastic
so how come you can't see that anymore?
I'm in a different state today
although everything is such a bore
driving hundreds of miles, trash stacked in perfect piles
another run-down and deserted country store
I'm in the chalk white sun today
out of time and I really need a little more
untied, unwound, can't sleep through silent sound
I'll just lie around until it's 3 or 4
I'm not so comfortable today
rough upholstery sinks into its core
thread bare, completely worn bucket seat
passing by another hitch-hiking and trucker-loving whore
I'm sitting on the porch and I'm staring at the steps
you balled a fist and you have thrown it 'cause you're depressed
this tiny growing town is lonesome at its best
get back in that old car and I'll keep driving I guess