| 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. |