Oak Shadow Court

Driving to boston I'm in the back seat Clawing into the leather And you're at the wheel crying Drowning out the directions If we make it there in one piece, we can talk it all over I guess I needed this reminder of why it's been so long But here comes the best part It's always a tragedy I had to be this far To see it so clearly But anyways, what else is new with me? Before the exit Back in our texas In your old room A floor full of mattresses I walked on your back and you're listening hard But too stoned to talk about death I stayed until curfew And slipped through the back door To put the miles between me and oak shadow court That was the best part It was a fantasy I had to be this far To see it so clearly But anyways, what else is new with me? 2 hours later You're pulling up with your friend On a skateboard, there's always a new one To me, over the water, across the bridge A smoke filled apartment Guess I could call more and I don't So we drink to remember And you raise up the next one to say it's been too long