Hunting Bigfoot - Route 17 lyrics

Molly walks along the sidewalk Dragging personal things from her neighbors home And she smiles to the all-business mailman Who doesn And heads on down delivering down the road Molly thinks walking is like talking with your legs And night is light turned inside out And a dog is better than a friend when you have to Drag a corpse down route 17 Waking up this morning, seeing signs that say its different Used to never read the warnings, the fine print in our conversations And I last year in the past And a feeling like I Was a time when I thought you were a genius You had the world figured out Was a time when nothing could come between us At least I was me in the end