White Lines

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