BROKEN BEARINGS -

Sunlight streaming through the window frame

It’s so cliche to say these things

Lay with me beneath this summer heat

And forget I said anything

Broken bearings

Blood on concrete, oh

Broken bearings

Blood on concrete

We found bowls with coping, smoked bowls to cope

I don’t really know what’s happening here

My nose met the pavement two hours ago

I woke in a cold sweat, cracking a beer

Now we’re on the highway, high as we can be

Paranoid staring up at the clouds

We left the state with nothing but family

Planning to crash on somebody’s couch

Sunlight streaming through the window frame

It’s so cliche to say these things

Lay with me beneath this summer heat

And forget I said anything

Broken bearings

Blood on concrete, oh

Broken bearings

Blood on concrete