Leaving one day on the road.
Leave you Sunday far from home.
Come the nightfall I'll be gone.
Count the drywall speckles on...

The way,
away from you.
The view,
anew today.
Can I paste the facts on you
and glue the truth to me?

Walking awkward down the street.
Talking off words that I weep.
Draw your presence with a brush.
To paint the tense you made me rush...

The way,
away from you.
The view,
anew today.
Can I paste the facts on you
and glue the truth to me?

Smoky walls don't smell of sin.
Smoky halls that trap me in.
Empty rooms I gaze around.
Empty days spent in this town.

09/18/2003

Author's Note: This song's about leaving my ex-girl friend back in Houston and driving up to live in KC alone. Click here to listen.

Posted on 04/30/2004
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