solid
the world looks solid
but they say it’s full of holes
though nothing stops moving long enough to really know

that’s why lookouts are better than trails
that’s why shells are better than snails
that’s why i carry a pocket full of nails

the dead are so still and beautiful
the dead are so still and beautiful
the dead are so still and beautiful
the dead are so still and beautiful

the critics all said that i’d never go far
but here i am driving all alone
in a little borrowed car
listening to a tape of songs that I’ve made
thinking what I’ll buy the day I get paid
drinking driving
singing at the top of my lungs

pulling down the visor to hide the sun
pulling down the visor to hide the sun
pulling down the visor to hide the sun
pulling down the visor to hide the sun

maybe it’s me
maybe i’m crazy
maybe it’s me
but it strikes me as strange that
when i take a look through an open door
i can’t look away i want to see more
i keep on feeding what i know i should ignore

you know i’ve been a bad boy
touched what i was meant to destroy
i’ve pissed without leaving the table
i’ve drunk without reading the label


you don’t know what you’ve got
til what you’ve got is gone
but even then it’s hard to be certain what it was
full gauge falling temperature rising
i think i see a service station on the horizon
Better pull over and fill up while i can

the clouds are building in the southern sky
the clouds are building in the southern sky
the clouds are building in the southern sky
i think it’s going to rain before the day is night

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