Strange Days - Matthew Good Band

Good morning, don’t cop out

You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet

Are you crazy to want this, even for a while?

We’re making this shit up

The reasons for being are easy to pay

You can’t remember the others

They just kind of went away

So you’re driving, it’s rush hour

The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs

When you drift off to wake up

Do you always hit the brakes?

We’re done lying for a living

The strange days have come and you’re gone

Either dead or dying

Either dead or trying to go

It’s evening, you’re tired

You sleep walk, a robot out to the street

Are you crazy to want this, even for a while?

Y

Ou’re driving, it’s rush hour

The cars on the freeway are moving backwards into a wall of fire

Backwards into a wall of fire

We’re done lying for a living

The strange days have come and you’re gone, you’re gone

Either dead or dying

Either dead or trying to go

Good morning, don’t cop out