May 21st
Wind in the trees on my way to work
I'm late again
High up in the leaves
Versions of me I may not ever be
For being who I am
Am I doing this right
Am I doing this right
They're just paintings on the road
But I really want to know
What's between the lines
A good look around
Coffee in faces lost in what they've found
Like truth just pulled up slow
And once in a while
They jerk the wheel and hit the evening news
That's one way to go
Am I doing this right
Am I doing this right
They're just paintings on the road
But I really want to know
What's between the lines
Easy come easy go
With the gas tank running low
And the landscape drifting past
And I'm tongue-tied to the mast
It is what it is
But it never is
Am I doing this right
Am I doing this right
They're just paintings on the road
But I really want to know
What's between the lines
