Now this is all me, now this is all me Watch out for late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right
The northeast, well, it's all I really know With dust and bricks, and some cars in the snow It's like New York in the late summer time Can breathe again
open road is on my back today hold me up and sure not to drag away all these twists and turns piles of dreams and dimes ill take whats infront and leave
sun?s going down let?s get together on the bridge we?ll meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East River?s northern lights
These, these cracks tell time and story lines Burdens post red explore And all my fancy books are just for looks It drives slow like this train Train
I hear that shoe strings tend to break but they tie back together great I feel I know i know where youre coming from Notebooks filled with lines and
Three teeth left his silver smile Brushed clean three metal tiles And tiles like parking lots Three miles, it never stops, boy You'll be okay, boy, your
Ceilings falling down Broken bricks and salty air Sleeping on the ground grasses much greener from down here Ceilings falling down I hold my hands up
Bruises and scrapes All life's mistakes are nothing but bad weather Help you sneak in All of my friends just so we could leave together The books I won
You're bringing the bar up Life's not plastic forks and and paper cups, I'm uncertain we can make a heavy wave We'll set all things straight! Chorus:
the open road is on my back today hold me up be sure not to drag away all these twists and turns piles of dreams and dimes I'll take whats in front and
Watch out for late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right and wrong Block after block, Block
Ceilings falling down Broken bricks and salty air Sleeping on the ground grass is much greener from down here Ceilings falling down I hold my hands
The northeast well it's all i really know with dust and bricks and some cars in the snow it's like new york in the late summer time can breathe again
You're bringing the bar up lifes not plastic forks and paper cups only Srgt. Lee can make a heavy weight we'll set all things straight hands and red
I hear that shoe strings tend to break But they tie together great I feel I know I know where you're coming from Notebooks filled with lines And a clock
Bruises and scrapes All life's mistakes Are nothing but Bad weather Help you sneak in All of my friends Just so we could leave Together The books I
