Passing Through A Screen Door by Wonder Years
Cigarette smoke dances back in the window,
And I can see the haze on the dome light.
I'm conjuring ghosts on a forty hour ride home,
And they keep asking me what I'm doing with my life.
While my cousins go to bed with their wives.
I'm feeling like I've fallen behind.
Well, the highway won
I'm listening to traffic reports one on one
Coming quietly undone.
I was born to run
Away from anything good.
An escape artist's son
Sun-drenched pavement in my blood
The first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when shit gets bad and...
I've been looking for
Sounds through the screen door (sounds through the screen door).
I've been waiting for
Another disaster (another disaster).
Well, I'm terrified
Like a kid in the sixties
Staring at the sky
Waiting for the bomb to fall.
And it's all a lie
What they say about stability.
It scares me sometimes
The emptiness I see in my eyes.
And all the kids names I've ever liked recited tragedy.
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