picking up sound on the interstate I am my breath, letting in waves there will be time when the sleep I'm in covers me whole, covers me thin
I know I'll wake up old forgetting which box this is in how I will keep you just how I left you
our daughter once told me I know a lot now I'm strutting off with more than I've got a hitchhiker told me I don't talk a lot it made me feel fine, made me quiet
if you'd of said it right instead of painting words white how I will keep you just how I left you
