White Lines Lyrics

Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke

Hour nine on my drive to get me back home

White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics

You might change your mind but I know I won't

I won't be the first one to get this question wrong

My crime at night time is thinking too long

But bad news becomes the blues if you sing it in a song

So there's voices and noises all night long

Did I run out of love or did I just have too much?

The water under the bridge was bound to cause a flood

It's the mornings harsh warning that feels like the touch

Of last night's red wine and moonshine still running through my blood

Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke

Hour nine on my drive to get me back home

White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics

You might change your mind but I know I won't

A love of the ocean or a fear of the land?

Love the comfort of bed or just too tired to stand?

You're living life like a game. Playing hand by hand

For the thrill of adventure, or too scared to plan?

Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke

Hour nine on my drive to get me back home

White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics

You might change your mind but I know I won't

You might change your mind but I know I won't

You might change your mind but I know I won't