I've got an ice-cold cup of coffee. And a paper I havn't read. A canyon in my heart. And a hammer in my head. And a waitress with an empty stare. That looks right through me.
(will jennings/annie roboff). (track 10 - time 4:52). . The lights of the city. Look good when you're leaving. You don't even count what you lost. . The streets and their madness.
I had it all lined up. And then my future crashed. I heard the deadbolt lock. And there stood my past. . But there are no signs for tomorrow. On the back roads of my sorrow.