Текст песни Highway's Pull - The Little Hands of Asphalt

So I'm off again.
I'm taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full.
And we'll be giving in to the highway's pull.

(Oooh, oooh.)

I'll try to think things through,
But I'll be thinking way too much of you.
How you stick to plan
Though at times it's best to just play the hand

But I'm talking about cards
While the past comes in on broken wings
To crash in your backyard.
And I'm picking every syllable apart
In those breathless conversations
That I've memorized by heart.

(Oooh, oooh.)

The engine screams.
I'm drifting in and out of dreams. Soon I'll be consumed
And you'll be back at the top of my room.

(Oooh, oooh.)

The road is stained. But any day
Now, the quiet rain will clean our path.
And leave your name
In solvable math.

But patience never was my trade.
And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly clichéd.
When doubt has built a nest inside your head
All the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed.
But make no mistake...
It's hard to think that common sense
Won't pick a fight with consequence.
When fall soon breaks, know that I won't be around no more
When you find what you're not looking for in me

(Oooh.)