Big Ol' City

Take my pulse

There's a thrumming inside the vein that you feel with your fingertips

Too much coffee and too much waiting for a monster to show so we can run from it

There's a sound through the air like a snare or an engine or a coil as it flies unwound

It rings in my ears, brings me to valium tears

Dried against my cheek by the wind underground

When the rain goes down

On the big ol' city

I'll miss the sound of the early morning

I'm up at dawn

And I'm on the highway

I won't be back here for a month or two

There's a man in the sky and he's watching you drive

Because speeding kills, you know

So buckle up tight, put your left in your right, and fire that gun real slow

Out on the concrete, that old man looks right through me

His beard hanging low to the earth

I am only a passing car down Main Street

And the only thing inside that turns to dirt

When the rain goes down

On the big ol' city

I'll miss the sound of the early morning

I'm up at dawn

And I'm on the highway

I won't be back here for a month or two

You could be your own salvation or you could just let us in

Starting fires warms the masses

But it's a goddamn sorry way to win

When the rain goes down

On the big ol' city

I'll miss the sound of the early morning

I'm up at dawn

And I'm on the highway

I won't be back here for a month or two