Eight Dollar Bill

Trees line the road in formations I can't even see
Over hundreds and thousands of miles will they forget me
Driving for days and for nights, just tryna' go home
But what do you do when you get there and still feel alone

Broken glass fills my mind all of the time
And I can't run over the hills, where she loves me still
And an eight dollar bill

Breaking a bottle of bourbon just so I don't drink
And punching a hole in the wall just so I don't think
Pumping the noise in my ears so I can't hear the sound
Of hundreds of thousands of people just walking around

Broken glass fills my mind all of the time
And I can't run over the hills, where she loves me still
And an eight dollar bill



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