Banana Bread

Sitting at a fuel station, waiting on a spark

There's a lady putting out cigarettes, just yards from where we parked

They say the older the wiser, man

Or maybe you don't

It had us laughing about the graveyard, on the other side of the road

But now you got me fretting with what you said

I guess it's nothing, until it's something… dead

You gave me your theory on a wonderwall, as I ate my cake, you said it's a verse repeating a little later in, exactly the same way

And the feeling of air conditioning, on a hot, hot day

Greets you like Apple pie and ice cream