This song is waiting for accompaniment. Hopefully it won't drag quite as much with some instrumentation and maybe backing vocals to keep the listener occupied during lulls in the vocals.
Story behind the song
Written June 5, 2006, this is a song about that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize there's no road back to innocence.
Lyrics
Close the book
You'll be different now
Well -- you can't be sure
But you wish you were
Close your eyes
Say a little prayer
Light a cigarette
Maybe you'll forget
You can't forget
Not just yet
Pick a spot
On a Greyhound bus
Take in all the sights
As the world rolls by
Close your eyes
Try to lose yourself
And forget somehow
How you got to now
You can't forget
Not just yet
You have so far to go
And too much time to get there
Sit back and hold on tight
It's gonna be a bumpy ride
Tonight
Pick a spot
Deep inside your head
Where the hurt will go
No one else will know
Close your eyes
As you fly away
And if you just pretend
You can be clean again
You can't forget
No, not yet
You have so far to go
And too much time to get there
Sit back and hold on tight
It's gonna be a bumpy ride
Tonight
Close your eyes
As you fly away
And if you just pretend
You can be clean again