Straight (Buckner Richard)

Another washout, brake lights showing Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going I know where it came from a bubble in the moment Someone'll find out Finishing the time Crashing around and one night you'll try it Is something at stake? Seen off safely but I could've used A chance at maybe, a time or two One for the distance and speaking of the roar Stopping just to listen at her number on the door Isn't something calling Coming as you go? Never and always and missing the throw? With hours on the fade It wasn't where you found it Returning late again Waking dressed from before in some week long bed Leave it all still made Fall to a weak floor and let it lay Think of somebody, too far away Get something easy, lost in the fuel? Come back tomorrow with a new excuse Sparklers are passing to the corners of the night I feel the heat and they move on glowing But I can pull away