Songtexte You Did Good, Kid - Raid the Quarry

It's time to throw in the towel, kid
You had one hell of a season
Lost all your thunder as
You just tried to keep from screaming
When you woke up from that nightmare
Did you lay your curse on me?
Four years in the wilderness
Now I'm drowning in obscurity

I've been driving all over this parkway for almost a decade
Oh, the silence that once brought sadness
Has replaced my one car parade
And I think I've walked so far I'm slowly running out of trail
Yeah your arms begin to feel heavy
Holding on by your fingernails

And you can try and hide the scars but the road reminds who you are
Just a boy killing time before he has to leave

It's time to throw in the towel, kid
You had one hell of a season
Lost all your thunder as
You just tried to keep from screaming
When you woke up from that nightmare
Did you lay your curse on me?
Four years in the wilderness
Now I'm fading through obscurity

After graduation we head down by the driving range
One last time in the dead of night
Oh, this feels strange
The gang's all gathered here for one last time
Flying too close to the sun was always our only crime

And you can try and hide the scars but the road reminds who you are
Just a boy killing time before he has to leave

It's time to throw in the towel, kid
You had one hell of a season
Lost all your thunder as
You just tried to keep from screaming
When you woke up from that nightmare
Did you lay your curse on me?
Four years in the wilderness
Now I'm drowning through obscurity

Oh, will I walk alone for hours?
Will I wish that I was dead?
Will I be the fool to travel
Where these angels fear to tread?
Staring at the floor your head in your hands
All she ever wanted was a ramblin' man
So I drive eight hours just to try to recall
The memory of the guy I was before I hit the wall
Those Sunday mornings turn into Friday nights
As I had one hand on the wheel and other on my mind
Oh, will I walk alone for hours?
Will I wish that I was dead?
Will I be the fool to travel
Where these angels fear to tread?
Staring at the floor your head in your hands
All she ever wanted was a ramblin' man
So I drive eight hours just to try to recall (Stand right here)
The memory of the guy I was before I hit the wall (Don't you move)
Those Sunday mornings turn into Friday nights (Hold my soul)
As I had one hand on the wheel (While I shoot the moon)
And the other on my mind
Oh, will I walk alone for hours? (Stand right here)
Will I wish that I was dead? (Don't you move)
Will I be the fool to travel (Hold my soul)
Where these angels fear to tread? (While I shoot the moon)