verse 1:. YEEEAAAHHH!. we drive all day and we drive all night. you're a part of this fight. don't let that sleeping dog lie, boy! Cause' everywhere we go they want more than what the world can offer. bring it back one more time. i can't keep quiet the things that i gotta say..
Late afternoon another day is nearly done. A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor.
verse 1:. if we go the distance we go all out. and if you force us to fight we go for the knockout. we haven't always been the same men. we are today.
All night restaurant, North Kildonan. Luke warm coffee tastes like soap. I trace your outline in spilled sugar. Killing time and killing hope. . This brand new strip mall chews on farmland.
One shot is all you've got. To make your mark, to make your difference. One chance, but you don't understand this. . LA LA LA LA LA. LA LA LA LA LA. Life is but a breath.
These times they leave you bleeding for hope. And wishing that someone would take you home. Will you be the one who cares and were I can run to. Cause' you're everything I want.
In the stick count for the song. Of knowing you're gone. Glancing up at where you lived. When you lived here. . I see you suddenly alive. And nearly smiling.
So I'll take my chances on the road again. So I'll take my chances on the road again. So sick and tired of this fighting. We haven't left camp yet. And wars have broken out on all sides.
They're tearing up streets again they're building a new hotel. The mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down. And me and my anger sit folding a paper bird.
I woke you up at four this morning. To whimper and to whine. To hear myself through spit and crackle. Of a poor long distance line. Twelve clever ways to say I love you.
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a high school history book; how whole lives get knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern....
My city's still breathing but barely it's true. Through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you. All sparkled with broken glass.
Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin. Drunk driving some form of soft suicide. Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings. Or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully crafted disguise. . We'd all like to sing. It's easy to sigh. To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies.
Oh, all the words I should not know. Those doctors wrote on me. Swell up and from their syllable. Won't let me get to sleep. . The sun will start later.
There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic school dropout stares into the mirror. Stands up in his derelict daydreams.
Knock, so I'll know you're still there. Half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue. My dialect of stammer come undone. . I've got these threads of you and I.
Wait until the day says, it's closing. And public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone. Your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes too soon".