On the Way Home

I sat in the back
On the way home
I didn't know where else to go
Back on the glass
The rumbling monotone
I didn't know where else to go

I've been running around so long
If I had a head I'd screw it on
But I don't think I could face myself tonight
Picked up and thrown about the place
A cut without a scar's a waste
If there's no evidence
Then what is there to sell?

I sat in the back
For a long drive
Filing through my mistakes
While I've got the time
Back on the glass
The rain taps on my mind
Watching things out of reach
Pass me by

I sat in the back
On the way home
I didn't know where else to go
But someday soon
I'll be back in the road
I'd rather hit self-destruct
Than just explode



Credits
Writer(s): Fraser Paterson
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