Speedway - The Dream Syndicate

I sense there might be some shaking

Just before the wheels come loose

It’s never too late

But it still ain’t any use

Banging on the shuttered doorway

The owner is fast asleep

Gonna work it out this time

Maybe just for keeps

Don’t stick around

If you can’t put the handle down

The stakes are high if you run around with the crowd

On the speedway

Fancy meeting you here

Call the authorities, please

I’m unequivocally

Ready to sneeze

The garden is sticky sweet

Captured and complete

I’m a pollen attack

With an unrelenting breeze

Sun is down

And we’re canvassing along the ground

Hit the chains, all the things that remain

Paralytic shock absorber

Two lanes of nothing

I think you know my name

Right here on the speedway

Love to sit down with a saint

Some things I can never get straight

I will say that sometimes I revel in the code

I believe I will have to get hip

Before I can straighten out this ship

I fail to understand if you’re talking to me

Later in town we put the money down

Rambling around

I hope you’re sitting down

Everything here feels complete

But it wilts down in the heat

On the speedway

On the speedway