Short Ride

Walking along down a familiar street, new blacktop just put down
The cars are too quiet and my head's too loud
So I quicken up my pace, chewing raw my bottom lip
Scrape my tongue on a tooth I chipped

Watch the seconds floating by like ash, piling up behind
Not sure how many were really mine
Well I'm tightening up all over and my breath is short and sharp
I think I went a block too far

It'll be a long, deep, sleep when I get home
I'll wake up fine, I just might wake up alone
Without doubts whispered by an angry one
Whose work it seems is never done

Walking along a stair too narrow with the people crowding in
Say 'Bless you' to a man with his headphones in
And I know that they can see my hands shaking at my side
Guess I'm lucky that it's such a short ride



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Mark Tyler, Eugene Martin Gardner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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