Highway's Pull

Little Hands of Asphalt -Highway's Pull

So i'm off again

I'm taking just one of my favourite friends

The tank is full

And well be giving in to the highways pull

Oooh oooh

I'll try to think things through

But i'll be thinking way too much of you

How you stick to plan

Though at times its best

to just play the hand

But i'm talking about cards

While the past comes in on broken wings

To crash in your backyard

And i'm picking every syllable apart

In those breathless conversations

That i've memorized by heart

Oooh oooh

The engine screams

I'm drifting in and out of dreams

Soon i'll be consumed

And you'll be back at the top of my room

Oooh oooh

The road is stained but any day

Now the quiet rain will clean our path

And leave your name

In solvable math

But patience never was my trade

And the broken back of honesty

Is thoroughly clich éd

When doubt has built a nest inside your head

All the restlessness that sleeps

Between us will break the bed

But make no mistake

Its hard to think that common sense

Won't pick a fight with consequence

When fall soon breaks

Know that i won't be around no more

When you find what

You're not looking for in me

Oooh