Mobile

Mobile, mobile
Cure this dread that I feel
With my foot on the gas and no hands on the wheel
I'm sure it'll pass but prefer to be healed
So light the way and I might stay in Mobile
Good luck, good luck
The chord that your words have struck
Is drowned out by the road noise that's filling my truck
'Cause I'd rather my tires be worn than be stuck
So say it twice, it would be nice to have good luck
Check my eyes for signs of dilation
Check my teeth for signs of rot
Check my veins with your best titration
For the presence of the thing I am not

Think twice, think twice
Before you blow on my dice
If you're prayin' to heaven or the empty blue sky
I pray to the clouds or whatever's inside
But any prayer is best prepared by thinkin' twice
Look up, look up
They said while drainin' my cup
At the things you could have if you'd just focus up
And they thought I'd not notice they'd absconded with what
I held so dear, so now I fear to look up
Check my eyes for signs of dilation
Check my teeth for signs of rot
Check my brain's innate motivation
To continue to defend what I'm not

Mobile, Mobile
Take this crisis I feel
And sink it to the depths when I make you a deal
Do what you do best with what you need to conceal
Until I'm caught my flesh with rot in Mobile
Until I'm caught my flesh with rot in Mobile



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Butler
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