|
Catch me sleepng at your back door |
|
Lying prone beneath the dawn |
|
I was ready to leave |
|
When the sprinkles turned on |
|
A day of reckoning's upon me |
|
But right now I need some rest |
|
A little campground in Sat Isabel |
|
Just to the vest |
|
Life goes by so fast |
|
But its minutes drag on slow |
|
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go |
|
Bank job somewhere in Bumfuck, Georgia |
|
We filled that ceiling full of holes |
|
120 miles an hour |
|
Sounds like thunder rolls |
|
In a Canyon City Wal-Mart |
|
Cops and cameras all around |
|
Stop sticks down along the asphalt |
|
Slowed |
|
us down |
|
And if it weren't for that guardrail |
|
We'd be laughing at yall now |
|
We were dead set on getting |
|
Away somehow |
|
Life goes by so fast |
|
but its minutes drag on slow |
|
Sometimes nowhere seems to only place to go |
|
If you ever think of me and wonder |
|
And ask yourself where I might be |
|
Keep your eyes fixed on the shadows - |
|
you'll find me |
