Kinda Reminds Me
In all my murmurings
(Rumpled paperbacks)
In all my wanderings
(Time I can't get back)
I hope to find something true
I hope to find something true
Marty Robbins on the radio
Makes driving fast feel like riding slow
Kind of reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda sounds a bit like you
And I will stumble on
Lurching like a drunkard
I will find my way home
Jump in through the backyard
If you say misplaced
It's flattering that you think so
A desert sunrise
To which I close my weary eyes
Sleep in the day
Live life through the night
Scalding sunrise
Burning my eyes
I'm a packrat in burrow by design
Sensitized to this kind of life
Old coyote howling at the moon
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
A little shy but louder in a group
Kinda quiet but in your face about it
And I
And I did nothing to change the course this time
Old coyote howling at the moon some day is coming soon
Oh some day is coming soon
In piles of change
I'll buy a better suit
And in my name
I'm signing a better lease on life
Dumpster fires in the alleyway
Scratched records, dirty lawns
Ninety-five down the interstate
And the radio's playing on
Marty Robbins on the radio
Makes driving fast feel like riding slow
Kind of reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
Old coyote howling at the moon
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
(Rumpled paperbacks)
In all my wanderings
(Time I can't get back)
I hope to find something true
I hope to find something true
Marty Robbins on the radio
Makes driving fast feel like riding slow
Kind of reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda sounds a bit like you
And I will stumble on
Lurching like a drunkard
I will find my way home
Jump in through the backyard
If you say misplaced
It's flattering that you think so
A desert sunrise
To which I close my weary eyes
Sleep in the day
Live life through the night
Scalding sunrise
Burning my eyes
I'm a packrat in burrow by design
Sensitized to this kind of life
Old coyote howling at the moon
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
A little shy but louder in a group
Kinda quiet but in your face about it
And I
And I did nothing to change the course this time
Old coyote howling at the moon some day is coming soon
Oh some day is coming soon
In piles of change
I'll buy a better suit
And in my name
I'm signing a better lease on life
Dumpster fires in the alleyway
Scratched records, dirty lawns
Ninety-five down the interstate
And the radio's playing on
Marty Robbins on the radio
Makes driving fast feel like riding slow
Kind of reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
Old coyote howling at the moon
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
He kinda reminds me of my youth
He kinda sounds a bit like you
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Writer(s): Adam Gilbreath
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