Eastern Standard Time

There's a salmon sky on my drive home, I'm thinking about our fight
But you don't ever hear me out
I'm surrounded by much beauty, but none of that seems right
All the words they turn to a shout

And if I make it back to Eastern Standard Time
If the road has no more painted lines
And if my car breaks down 40 miles from your door
I guess that you won't see me anymore

The train that leaves tomorrow, it's rolling for the East
I might leave it all and thumb down the track
I'm a half a mile from the city, A thousand from myself
I might turn my head and never look back

And if I make it back to Eastern Standard Time
If the road has no more painted lines
And if my car breaks down 40 miles from your door
I guess that you won't see me anymore

And if I make it back to Eastern Standard Time
If the road has no more painted lines
And if my car breaks down 40 miles from your door
I guess that you won't see me anymore



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Writer(s): Eli Martell-crawford
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