Lyrics To Hurry Things Along - Goodnight , Texas

There are mornings where I try
To wake up with my head held high
But I suppose I'm not so strong
And there are mornings where I let myself
An extra cigarette
I do, to hurry things along

There is monotony in this
Pretending there are purposes
Behind the things that don't belong
They say that time's a precious thing
You've gotta fight, you've gotta sing
I guess I think that they are wrong

There is no order to this list
There is no hint or even gist
There is no reason to explain
There is no outcome that is planned
There is no super guiding hand
There is no way to stop this train

One time she came to me in tears
Her voice an octave from my ears
I writ her death inside a song
Well, now I dream of her at night
I see she's dressed in angel white
I smoke to hurry things along

Time is always treading
There is no use in hiding from its song
Life is long and lonesome
So I smoke to hurry things along

Nothing's organized by type
The fruit was picked before it's ripe
I tried to keep it all from rot
I tried to make it what it's not
But it's a game of zero sum
That always leaves you feeling numb
Picking pieces from a floor
You are locked inside a door

I tried to wrap it in my mind
And even leave it all behind
It seems the best ones always go
Before they get the chance to find that

Time is always treading
There is no use in hiding from its song
Death, it may be random
But I smoke to hurry things along
Yeah, I smoke to hurry things along

Yeah, there are mornings where I try
To wake up with my head held high
But I suppose I'm not so strong
And there are mornings where I let
Myself another cigarette
I do, to hurry things along

I do, to hurry things along
I do, to hurry things along