Déjà Vu

Two lane highways And speed trap towns Remind me of home And why I got the hell out I'm done with excuses Depression and love But I'm still scared to death Of the Lord above It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon Nothing but headlights And a moon on the rise All my suffocating thoughts To slowly pass the time I'm on the edge of losing it Got nothing left to keep Me and any sort Any sort of company It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon It's like déjà vu, every Sunday afternoon