If her memory servers her
These nights will get shorter
As they always seem to be
These hands that she’s holding
Might always seem broken
She knows things will turn out all right
Puts on her makeup
Conceals the foundation
Mascara lines hold back her thoughts
Self-consciously wondering
if everyone’s noticing
That these two have turned a bit ghostly
They’re happy to be here
They love what they’ve done with the place
But the paint keeps peeling
The pictures falling off of the walls
They’re happy to be here
They love what they’ve done with the time and the space
The floor joists are warping
They're always making cracks in the floor
Has trouble sleeping
Her mind keeps on running
Calms herself down. Falls to sleep
These hands that she’s holding
Might always seem broken
She knows things will turn out all right
Fall turns to winter.
Spring back to summer
Watch all those years in a day
These highways they drive down
The exits they bypass
They all seem to lead her back home
credits
from Overdrive,
released August 30, 2016
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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