Geoff Farina - Awake At the Wheel lyrics

[Verse] Eleven in the air Seven on the lawn Three face down Just two breaths gone Didn't hear the shots Couldn't see the cops Just the turning of the locks Candles spit the rain Carnations mark the damned Funeral I only read about Had my own wake to start Suicides by cigarettes and Maker's Mark Five were in the van Three thrown to snow Paper said I saw the road The dried blood, spinach red, on my shoe Now brown like any other filth or residue Her mother tried to call With tears she dropped the phone Doesn't matter, Jordy said I wasn't home Had my own eulogy in a pen Three states away Awake at the wheel again [Chorus] Fumes, fake pine and Parafen Barbecue greens, and hash Lucky for the weeds they don't breathe oxygen And they don't seem to mind the trash But what about the plan? What about the show? What about the van, Saint Christopher in tow? What about the cross on the side of the road? Does it signify someone I used to know? [Chorus] Fumes, fake pine and Parafen Barbecue greens, and hash Lucky for the weeds they don't breathe oxygen And they don't seem to mind the trash But what about the plan? What about the show? What about the van, Saint Christopher in tow? What about the cross on the side of the road? Does it signify someone I used to know? [Verse] Rust against the road Sparks and everything Tied it up with duct tape and ba** strings Probably going to have to replace it Look at all the time we wasted Lighten up the load Forget about last night After all I gotta get on with my own damn plight But no matter how we plan and pack up tight Something's gonna spill out on the highway tonight