Six Days From Sunday
Broken zipper on my jacket
Another four letter habit
Dropped my heart and she grabbed it
I guess you say she nabbed it
Dirty gas station bathrooms
A couple counties that I passed through
I'll be running out of gas soon
It feels like a cartoon underneath the full moon
There's some people that I lied too
Got some debts that are passed due
Wore a hole in my left shoe
Held my breath till I turned blue
Running straight into a head wind
Nasty letters from my own kin
Throw 'em straight into a trash bin
Nothing but a has been, looking for another win
It's strange that I can't find my way
Just hoping for another day
Just hoping for another day
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
You won it then you lost it
Turned your back then you got hit
The papers called it tragic
Their hearts were made of plastic
Throwing darts as they walk by
Screaming out a war cry
Looking for the right time
To hop another state line, find a place to unwind
Some people say I'm losing
But there's a storm a brewing
Got my heart on a shoe string
It's my pride I'm losing.
It's funny I can't find my way
Just hoping for another day
Just hoping for another day
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, across the hillside
There's something I don't know
And something I can't find
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, across the hillside
Another four letter habit
Dropped my heart and she grabbed it
I guess you say she nabbed it
Dirty gas station bathrooms
A couple counties that I passed through
I'll be running out of gas soon
It feels like a cartoon underneath the full moon
There's some people that I lied too
Got some debts that are passed due
Wore a hole in my left shoe
Held my breath till I turned blue
Running straight into a head wind
Nasty letters from my own kin
Throw 'em straight into a trash bin
Nothing but a has been, looking for another win
It's strange that I can't find my way
Just hoping for another day
Just hoping for another day
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
You won it then you lost it
Turned your back then you got hit
The papers called it tragic
Their hearts were made of plastic
Throwing darts as they walk by
Screaming out a war cry
Looking for the right time
To hop another state line, find a place to unwind
Some people say I'm losing
But there's a storm a brewing
Got my heart on a shoe string
It's my pride I'm losing.
It's funny I can't find my way
Just hoping for another day
Just hoping for another day
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, across the hillside
There's something I don't know
And something I can't find
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, just biding our time
We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday
We're on a long ride, across the hillside
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Writer(s): Gregory Phillips
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