BG (OurVinyl Sessions)

Steering myself home so late,

Sinking in my seat a long way home

I’m sorry I said I wouldn’t be late,

Skipping puts my head up on straight

Closer to the road an empty picture you can’t seal

Call you way back home to put a patch over your wheel

To know just for today,

I’m pulling you away

A lighthouse shining down my way,

Feel the golden color on your face

A big black spinning ocean highway,

It’s easy to get lost in the race

Freight train thoughts like missiles going a hundred miles an hour

Watch the thorns and thistles if they turn your feelings sour

A piece to fill the hole,

Somewhere down in my soul