Album: Gold Boots Glitter
It was cold room filled with smoke,
And I was feeling slow from the night before,
But I stood straight and steady mind at ease,
I was ready for the next move,
Oh how your keys they open doors,
To rooms and names you’ve know before,
Not getting better hold your breath,
I’ll write you letters from the road,
I tried I tried to plant my feet,
Its hard to sing through gritted teeth,
In the same key ive been thinking,
You’ll just maybe cut me loose,
I tried I tried to stay the course,
Racked my brain and got so bored,
I had a mortgage and a job,
I wiped the windows and mowed the lawn,
OH’s
Well I was told by those who knew me most,
That I was looking slow from the night before,
From the places you can find me,
The places left behind me at home,
Oh I can’t hold these feet no more,
My minds been three steps out the door,
With post card pictures,
That I won’t write when I get where I go,
I’m off to the races oh the places I’ve gone,
I’ll smile before my race ends for the places I’ll go
I’m off to the races oh the places I’ve gone,
I’ll smile before my race ends for the places I’ll go
It was cold room filled with smoke,
And I was feeling slow from the night before,
But I stood straight and steady mind at ease,
I was ready for the next move