Cracked Rear View

He's gonna run when the rain stops coming down

A day away from that broken screen door's

Slammin in the wind keeping his mind reeling

On into the night never let go

And the only time to sees

Is under fleeting glimpse of sleep

In the morning he'll begin his long crawl back

From the hell he settled in

Hey, don't try the phone

'Cause in the morning I'll be gone

These roads of dust lay black

Now crack under a rising sun

And I can't hear that old song

Play on the radio no more

Those words are lost on me

They never make it home

A wrong turn down a road to a shattered life

A last glance in a cracked up rear view

Right foot hammered down to a rusty floorboard on into the night

And lets go

And when no-one's left around

His head nods softly to that sound

A broken record hissing quietly

In his head while the sky comes falling down

Hey, don't try the phone

'Cause in the morning I'll be gone

These roads of dust lay black

Now crack under a rising sun

And I can't hear that old song

Play on the radio no more

Those words are lost on me

They never make it home

And when no-one's left around

His head nods softly to that sound

A broken record hisses quietly

In his head while the sky comes falling down

Hey, don't try the phone

'Cause in the morning I'll be gone

These roads of dust lay black

Now crack under a rising sun

And I can't hear that old song

Play on the radio no more

Those words are lost on me

They'll never make it home

Those words are lost on me

They'll never make it home