Little Hangs of Asphalt (The)

Highway's Pull
So I'm off againI'm taking just one of my favourite friendsThe tank is fullAnd we'll be giving in to the highway's pullI'll try to think things through but i'll be thinking way too much of youHow you stick to plansThough at times it's best to just play the hand But I'm talking about cardsWhile the past comes in on broken wings to crash in your backyard And i'm picking every syllable apartIn those breathless conversations that I memorized by heartThe engine screamsI'm drifting in and out of dreams soon I'll be consumedAnd you'll be back at the top of my roomThe road is stainedBut any day now the quiet rain will clean our pathAnd leave your name in solvable mathPatients never was my tradeAnd the broken back of honesty is thoroughly clichédWhen doubt has built a nest inside your headAll the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bedBut make no mistake its hard to think that common senseWon't pick a fight with consequence when fall soon breaksKnow that I won't be around no more whan you find what you're not looking for in me Aus Songtexte Mania