SNBM

There will never come a single place or time

Where we can't touch the strythm

We can't make the drive all day

I would rather take the train

And with gas price of late you can't stray from same

I'm gone

Tuned into another way to play

While the tick keeps tocking there's another way to say

That I'm stuck in the tracks that you press in the mud

Like a needle scratch grooves I am wrecked in the flood

Waking up so damn cold