Cigarette smoke
Dances back in the window
And I can see
The haze on the dome light
I’m conjuring ghosts
On a forty-hour ride home
And they keep asking me
What I’m doing with my life
While my cousins go to bed with their wives
I’m feeling like I’ve fallen behind
Well the highway won.
I’m listening to traffic reports
One on one
Coming quietly undone
I was born to run
Away from anything good
An escape artist’s son
With sun-drenched pavement in my blood
The first thing that I do when I walk in
Is plan a way out for when shit gets bad and
I’ve been looking for
Tears in the screen door.
(Tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
Another disaster
(Another disaster)
I’m terrified
Like a kid in the sixties
Staring at the sky
Waiting for the bomb to fall
And it’s all a lie
What they say about stability
It scares me sometimes
The emptiness I see in my eyes
All the kid’s names
I’ve ever liked
Are tied to tragedy
And I don’t want my children
Growing up to be
Anything like me
I’ve been looking for
Tears in the screen door.
(Tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
Another disaster
(Another disaster)
But I was kind of hoping you’d stay
I was kind of hoping you’d stay
I keep a flashlight and a small knife
In the corner of my bed stand.
I keep a flashlight and the train times
But you wouldn’t understand
How could you understand?
Jesus Christ
I’m 26
All the people I graduated with
All have kids
All have wives
All have people who care if they come home at night
Well Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
I’ve been looking for
Tears in the screen door
(Tears in the screen door)
I’ve been waiting for
Another disaster
(Another disaster)
But I was kind of hoping you’d stay
I was kind of hoping you’d stay
I was kind of hoping you’d stay