Lying on the Road Songtext
von Andrew Bryant

Staring at the longest line
I came back to myself
Looking through the windshield
Of our busted out old van
There is no turning back
There is no wasting time
When you don′t come from anywhere
And you leave nothing behind


For many years I kept this thought
Like a truth in the back of my mind
Drinking myself sane
Like it is sane to kill your time
Crossing the street in Arizona
I was almost hit by a car
Just trying to buy some cigarettes
Before we showed up to the bar

I was lying on the road
I was lying at all our shows
I was lying

Sitting back in my office now
I'm staring at that same line
Stretching down the longest road
I keep checking the time
I hear a noise outside the door
So I pull the curtains wide
It′s just a tiny terrapin
I watch him slowly walk on by

I was lying on the road
I was lying at all our shows
I was lying