Off-Course

Peeking through binoculars
I think I see ranunculus
I hope I'm going up course
Another weekend off course
Close my eyes and open doors
I've never been out here before
I've never been scared of claws

The aftershow of the tour
Kick my feet up, pop the cork
You won't be seeing him no more
Care for myself, I'm cleaning pores (time to explore)

They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk
I am overboard
Bored
I'm up of course
Another weekend gone off course

Get my hammer and my saw
I know my faults, foibles and flaws
Roll my shoulders once more (for whatever it's worth)
Broken compass let's get lost
Pulp fiction and mental floss (Bowie Bob maybe Boss, oh)

Knuckle splitter maybe curve
Pump and smash and then we swerve
Cold revenge is served, what's worse?
Justice made just for dessert
Numb to crashing nothing hurts
Breaking down, it works

They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk
I am overboard
Bored
I'm up of course
Another weekend gone off course

Howl to the moon
Dancing in the rain in June
Hit the ground when your mind gets too loud
Just to make a sound to drown it out

They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk
I am overboard
Bored
I'm up of course
Another weekend gone off course

They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk (another weekend gone off course)
They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk (another weekend gone off course)

They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk (another weekend gone off course)
They talk
The talk
And I walk
The walk (another weekend gone off course)



Credits
Writer(s): Ginger Winn, Matthew Baione
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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