Song | Bermuda Highway |
Artist | My Morning Jacket |
Album | At Dawn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
sometimes I walk around town looking at faces | |
wonderin why their bodies go to silly places. | |
Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills, | |
your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway. | |
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams, | |
fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall. | |
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement | |
snoozing in cobwebs and the cement. | |
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame, | |
maybe im to blame for his short bitter fucked up life. |