Trailer tires are kicking up trails of dust
I'm looking at the asphalt
And the asphalt is looking at us
It's singing to me
Soft and melancholy
I want to lay down
Feel the heat on my cheek
Trailer tires are rolling over me
As my skeleton breaks
I feel the tension release
Yeah as my body is broken
Feel a sense of relief
Then I'm there and she's looking
Over at me
Searching for hints
Because she don't know the
Day of the week
I'm not much use
I'm just doing my best not to scream
Chasing sirens
Down dark and narrow streets
Your mother's hands
Clutching the back of my shirt
I want to lay down
Break my teeth on the dirt
Your mother's hands
Clutching the back of my shirt
I let it in, block it out
And go back to work
I see that asphalt and I see it
Looking at me
I know it knows that soon
I'll succumb to the heat
I see that asphalt and I see it
Looking at me
It knows I know that soon
I'll succumb to the heat
Trailer tires are kicking up trails of dust
I'm looking at the asphalt
And it's looking over at us
It's singing to me
So soft and melancholy
I want to lay down
Feel the heat on my cheek
