Collapsible Lung

Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found
That time won't slow down

I'm getting by with my collapsible lung And it's
A good time Hundred percent of the time
And Im Like a ladder with a missing rung
And It's a slow climb heading back to the sky and I'm
Feeling backwards when I'm trying the most and I hope
Haven't heard the last words from the holy ghost
Cause I think that I'm supposed to be
Well on my way by now

I do the twist with my replaceable hips
And turn ya right round take ya down to the ground and now
I wanna grow old and rub your tired limbs and take it easy
Until we wither away
Until we wither away

Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found
That time can't slow down
Take a breath and then take it in
To think of places I'll go I haven't been
To pour my heart into everything I found
That time won't slow down

I'm feeling backwards and I hope
I haven't heard the last words no no no
Cause I think that I'm supposed to be
Well on my way hey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey
Hoo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
To pour my heart into everything I found

Between the miles of open road
I lost sight of what might matter the most
I stumbled into the great unknown and found That time won't slow down
To take a breath and then take it in
To think of places I'll go I haven't been



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Thiessen, Matthew Ryan Hoopes
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