Puck

It's been a long drive to get where I'm going
The wheel is rusted and it's wear is showing
The ground is sandy and it kicks up the dust
Point the compass northward and roll the gust.

I don't wanna bake the bread anymore
No more computer screens and smoking back doors
So take my money, take my house, take my keys
All I'll ever needs this puck and the trees.

This little fact is real hard to ignore
I coulda sworn it sounded better before
But I love the look of the waters edge
We are bound for where all my friends head.

I think I'm gonna stick around for awhile
Crawl on my belly like an old crocadile
After a while I'll forget my own name
If this be crazy, grant me insane.
I don't wanna bake the bread anymore
No more computer screens and smoking back doors
So take my money, take my house, take my keys
All I'll ever needs this puck and the trees.



Credits
Writer(s): Anton Milioti
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