Song | Highway's Pull |
Artist | Little Hands of Asphalt |
Album | Leap Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Little Hands of Asphalt | |
Highway's Pull | |
So I’m off again. | |
I’m taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full. | |
And we’ll be giving in to the highway’s pull. | |
(Oooh, oooh.) | |
I’ll try to think things through, | |
but I’ll be thinking way too much of you. | |
How you stick to plan | |
though at times it’s best to just play the hand | |
But I’m talking about cards | |
while the past comes in on broken wings | |
to crash in your backyard. | |
And I’m picking every syllable apart | |
in those breathless conversations | |
that I’ve memorized by heart. | |
(Oooh, oooh.) | |
The engine screams. | |
I’m drifting in and out of dreams. Soon I’ll be consumed | |
and you’ll be back at the top of my room. | |
(Oooh, oooh.) | |
The road is stained. But any day | |
now, the quiet rain will clean our path. | |
And leave your name | |
in solvable math. | |
But patience never was my trade. | |
And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly clichéd. | |
When doubt has built a nest inside your head | |
all the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed. | |
But make no mistake… | |
It’s hard to think that common sense | |
won’t pick a fight with consequence. | |
When fall soon breaks, know that I won’t be around no more | |
when you find what you’re not looking for in me | |
(Oooh.) |
Little Hands of Asphalt | |
Highway' s Pull | |
So I' m off again. | |
I' m taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full. | |
And we' ll be giving in to the highway' s pull. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
I' ll try to think things through, | |
but I' ll be thinking way too much of you. | |
How you stick to plan | |
though at times it' s best to just play the hand | |
But I' m talking about cards | |
while the past comes in on broken wings | |
to crash in your backyard. | |
And I' m picking every syllable apart | |
in those breathless conversations | |
that I' ve memorized by heart. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
The engine screams. | |
I' m drifting in and out of dreams. Soon I' ll be consumed | |
and you' ll be back at the top of my room. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
The road is stained. But any day | |
now, the quiet rain will clean our path. | |
And leave your name | |
in solvable math. | |
But patience never was my trade. | |
And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly cliche d. | |
When doubt has built a nest inside your head | |
all the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed. | |
But make no mistake | |
It' s hard to think that common sense | |
won' t pick a fight with consequence. | |
When fall soon breaks, know that I won' t be around no more | |
when you find what you' re not looking for in me | |
Oooh. |
Little Hands of Asphalt | |
Highway' s Pull | |
So I' m off again. | |
I' m taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full. | |
And we' ll be giving in to the highway' s pull. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
I' ll try to think things through, | |
but I' ll be thinking way too much of you. | |
How you stick to plan | |
though at times it' s best to just play the hand | |
But I' m talking about cards | |
while the past comes in on broken wings | |
to crash in your backyard. | |
And I' m picking every syllable apart | |
in those breathless conversations | |
that I' ve memorized by heart. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
The engine screams. | |
I' m drifting in and out of dreams. Soon I' ll be consumed | |
and you' ll be back at the top of my room. | |
Oooh, oooh. | |
The road is stained. But any day | |
now, the quiet rain will clean our path. | |
And leave your name | |
in solvable math. | |
But patience never was my trade. | |
And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly cliché d. | |
When doubt has built a nest inside your head | |
all the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed. | |
But make no mistake | |
It' s hard to think that common sense | |
won' t pick a fight with consequence. | |
When fall soon breaks, know that I won' t be around no more | |
when you find what you' re not looking for in me | |
Oooh. |