Highway's Pull

	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 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.