Cars
Words and music by christopher andrew lawrence mathien (C.A.L.M.)
Back to the motion of leaving it open
Praying away this time it will stay
No lack of thinking because i've been drinking, all i could take
Where was the line drawn?
Is it in pencil?
Can we erase and start another day?
Oh in the meantime, i'm watching the rearview
Hoping the cop will change lanes
If i ain't got no place to go
Wherever i make my bed is home
That's my word
People may think all kinda things
But they never believe anything they've seen or heard
You better believe it
Abracadabra, I'll fabricate matter - forever after and for old time's sake
Light me a candle, bought me a banjo and I'm learning to play
I'll do you good girl, i'll treat like the queen of the world cuz you are
Now i'm checking the rearview, searching for answers but there's nothing but cars
If i ain't got no place to go
Wherever i make my bed is home
That's my word
People may think all kinda things
But they never believe anything they've seen or heard
You better believe that one day, we'll be gone
Side of the road broken down