Interstate Road
It's nineteen o'clock on the interstate road
And I'm staring through walls and wishing for home
As the white lines drive white noise through my suffering soul
And the radio connects with the alcohol
And I hope you're alive
The sky burns to dawn, many hours have passed
And I'm still searching the back of my mind for the last
Insult you paid me, or mistake that you made me
I don't need you, because I know you'd agree
But still, I hope you're alive
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you I'm sore
But under my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all fading to black and white now
The people in the city are vultures, I write
And each morning I wake with their shadows in the sky
I see them up there waiting for my bones to tire
That's when they'll swoop down, and I'll close my eyes
And I'll hope that you're fine
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you, I'm sore
But beneath my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all faded to black and white now
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you, I'm sore
But beneath my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all faded to black and white now
It's 0700 on the interstate road
And my legs have got cramps and I can't feel my toes
But still I keep driving, I can't stop until I know
Why when I never called, you never picked up the phone
And I hope you're alive
And I'm staring through walls and wishing for home
As the white lines drive white noise through my suffering soul
And the radio connects with the alcohol
And I hope you're alive
The sky burns to dawn, many hours have passed
And I'm still searching the back of my mind for the last
Insult you paid me, or mistake that you made me
I don't need you, because I know you'd agree
But still, I hope you're alive
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you I'm sore
But under my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all fading to black and white now
The people in the city are vultures, I write
And each morning I wake with their shadows in the sky
I see them up there waiting for my bones to tire
That's when they'll swoop down, and I'll close my eyes
And I'll hope that you're fine
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you, I'm sore
But beneath my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all faded to black and white now
Since I last saw you, I'm hurting
And since I last hurt you, I'm sore
But beneath my smile as I'm driving miles
It's all faded to black and white now
It's 0700 on the interstate road
And my legs have got cramps and I can't feel my toes
But still I keep driving, I can't stop until I know
Why when I never called, you never picked up the phone
And I hope you're alive
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Writer(s): Finn Pearson
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