Tacoma Lyrics

I see a blood red moon

Running out of time running out of space

Driving through the rain in a worn Tacoma

Running out of lines running out of brakes

In the middle of her prime is she saving grace

In the right direction or going in circles

Middle of her prime is she saving grace

What to do when your spinning

Take your hands off the wheel

Stuck in motion and drifting

This ain't no time to feel

This is no time

I see a dark place

Like a table meant for two

Set up on the highway

Underneath the blood red moon

And I'm in a bad way

Feel like the devil on his honeymoon

Still I see a dark place

Don't turn around I can't follow you

You know how I am you know how it is

I can't hear you speak but I can feel the things you say

Do you know where we are

Have I lost my mind do you need more space

Did I cross a line can you send me one sign now

Have I lost my mind

What to do when your spinning

Take your hands off the wheel

Stuck in motion and drifting

This ain't no time to feel

This is no time

I see a dark place

Like a table meant for two

Set up on the highway

Underneath the blood red moon

And I'm in a bad way

Feel like the devil on his honeymoon

Still I see a dark place

I see a dark place

I see a dark place

I see a blood red moon

I see a dark place