Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patty PerShayla & The Mayhaps
Performer
Lucas Powell
Electric Guitar
Alec Klinefelter
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patricia Pierzchala
Songwriter
Lyrics
The drive would have been pretty
If I wasn’t in a hurry
Ignoring any sounds
My mind and engine kept on making
And this town,
Which is all towns,
Is blurry
With one eye well slept
My other hasn’t woken up yet
Glitter’s sticking to my skin
Like it’s something I was born into
I wash it away
For a day, until my next debut
It’s a dream
A perpetual motion machine
‘Cause you don’t
No you don’t, no you don’t, no you don’t
Get something for nothing
You know, I was born yesterday
And once again this morning
Woke up in a new place
And I’m packing up already
They’re cleaning out the ash trays
As I step over the bodies
Told them “I wish I could stay”
But then I kept on walking
It gets hard to dial the numbers
But I’ve got to call my mother
She thinks that I’m a winner
But I’m having sleep for dinner
Once again
No mom, I haven’t made it yet
But I’m still, oh I know, I’m still
Her best bet
You know, I was born yesterday
And once again this morning
Woke up in a new place
And I’m packing up already
They’re cleaning out the ash trays
As I step over the bodies
Told them “I wish I could stay”
But then I kept on walking
All I can do is watch it
Can’t stop the old pendulum swing
They’re rolling out the carpet
For the next pretty young thing
Perpetual motion machine
And I’m sorry
If my mouth is running
I better go, I better go catch it
Written by: Patricia Pierzchala
