Lyrics:
but this night is hell.
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and your
Just trying to help.
I got no gas,I'm winding out my
Mapped out in veins like winding streets
I see my own familiar face
But it does not belong to me
It's you
Oh you
It's you
Oh you
You wrap your arms around
but this night is hell.
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and your
Just trying to help.
I got no gas,I'm winding out my
many miles behind me
Let's go, this road is winding down around my neck
I'm played out in so many ways
I paid all my dues, so I'll be okay
Let's go,
It's just the same old song and dance
The same old song and dance
Turns out you never cared at all
Turns out you bounced me like a ball
Whoever
of polyurethane,
things are apt to get a bit hot
As the toys go winding down
C.G. The Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching
like a delayed bomb
I will never follow your rules
You better wake up, better watch out
Cause the clock is winding down, down, down
Down, down, down
But
the bend
Winding through trees like a ribbon in the wind
I don't mind not knowing what lies down the track
'Cause I'm looking out ahead to keep my mind from
Got a dirty-blond child
With a blackberry smile
Back home in Tennessee
And I miss her like hell
When I'm gone for a while
Out pursuing my dreams
This
Ahem
You ready, man?
Okay, yeah
Lookin' out my window, feelin' the crescendo
Sunset on a quiet sea
Sitting with the ones that I'll forever
time
Can't you feel my motor as she's winding out
Turbo Boost just got to give me one more pound
Highway blues, busting loose
Sunday groove, red line
So you just gotta scream, and make your way out of this long and winding dream
But oh, I know
That the same story told
Won't bring us back to life
to tell
Oh honey please, I can't keep lying
Each time you ask if I'm crying
It comes and goes, it ebbs and flows
Out I stare, down that winding road
Cry
Wicked man
Jah Jah a go beat you beat you beat you
Miss Wicked woman
You living on borrow time
And your time is winding out as well
Mr. Wicked, Mr.
kind of afternoon
Class let out, I'm winding down the dirt road
Windows down, I sing along to
Sammy Rae on the radio
But I'm spinning like these dying
out
All due to doubt
Winding back the past
The rich told lies
No sacrifice
Our role was miscast
None of us could
Change us for good
Our hubris so vast
and out of phase
It's a spinning, narrow, winding road
It's a never-ending story that is
Always being told
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
And I'm not coming down
'Cause they seem to spend theirs the same old way
And they call it winding down
The six to ten crowd, smoky bars
Notes on napkins and business cards
be in its presence
Road stretches out long and winding
And I know that I'll keep on grinding
My foot on the gas my eyes on the prize
I'm ready for
Watch out now, take care
Beware of thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night
Beware
I just wanted me to be everything you want for me
Never even thought that I could fall into a hole so deep
In and out reality
Walking down
Your sprawling lies
Winding out in truth
All your reasons why
Stumbling into view
You’re braced for a warning
You’re hiding behind jokes
Coming up
Winding paths
through tables and glass
First fall was new
Now watch the summer pass
So close to you.
Too late to keep the change,
Too late
Winding paths
Through tables and glass
First fall was new
Now watch the summer pass
So close to you.
Too late to keep the change,
Too late
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