Drip Lyrics

Well I loaded up the van

And I washed my hands

But I got nowhere to go

Looking in the mirror

It's getting clearer

That business is kind of slow

Funny how the weather

Keeps it together

Rain or Shine

I always write home

When I'm alone

Just to pass the time

Stupid tricks

And pixie sticks

I can't take it anymore

Soda stains

And paper planes

Are messing up my floor

So I climb out of bed

And I shaved my head

Thinking about Mexico

A pretty señorita

And a bottle of tequila

And late night talk show host

Drip goes the faucet in my room

Like the sky on a rainy afternoon

Like the tears in my eyes

When I think of you

Well I loaded up the van

And I washed my hands

Cause I got somewhere to go

Looking in the mirror

It's getting clearer

That business is kind of slow

My blue jeans are faded

And my sunglasses shaded

But there's one thing that I know

I've made up my mind

Going to do it this time

Crank it up I'm ready to go