Steering myself home so late
Sinking in my seat a long way home
I'm sorry, I said I wouldn't be late
Skipping puts my head up on straight
Closer to the road, an empty picture you can't seal
Call you way back home to put a patch over your wheel
To know just for today
I'm pulling you away
A lighthouse shining down my way
Feel the golden color on your face
A big black spinning ocean highway
It's easy to get lost in the race
Freight train thoughts like missiles going a hundred miles an hour
Watch the thorns and thistles if they turn your feelings sour
A piece to fill the hole
Somewhere down in my soul
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