Curse of the I-5 Corridor

Album: Hell-On (2018)
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  • I waited too long to write this down
    The startling sensation is fading
    The sweet, sweet burn of the
    First drink of the night underaged
    Knowing that you're gonna get away with it

    You were a good man before you knew it
    And I'm not vain enough to think that
    I'd have been good for you if I'd stayed
    In the current of your life
    I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes

    And now I'm so scared about mystery
    I fear I smell extinction in the
    Folds of this novacaine age coming on
    I miss the smell of mystery
    Reverb leaking outta tavern doors
    And not knowing how the sounds were made

    So I left home and faked my ID
    I fucked every man that I wanted to be
    I was so stupid then
    Why should mystery give its last name

    Baby, I'm afraid
    But it's not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    Baby, I'm afraid
    But it's not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    Now I'll see you in our old home
    Where I'm always scared to go
    Those thirty garbage miles
    Making with cigarette butts and used tires
    To be poor is the anchor that makes us so sure

    Your sandy voice across my brow
    You haven't aged a day
    Is it because you took a shortcut that
    Makes people say you're crazy
    Is it true
    You're a time traveler, are you?
    Is it true
    I've seen crazy too

    Can it be a comfort between us
    Because I never wanna know for sure

    Baby, I'm afraid
    But it's not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    Baby, I'm afraid
    But it's not your fault
    Maybe I should go
    Home alone tonight

    We used to meddle over the bridge

    Now I write this in a pale town
    Where excitement is a yellow curb
    My dream awake leaps through my window
    From the highway

    You turn my head and set the brake too late
    It needs to tease metric tons
    Crash comes, comes, comes)
    It goes down my public face
    Behind the reservoir of collar bones
    Forms two private lakes, lakes, lakes, lakes

    Baby, I'm a fool

    Hoping is so easy
    You haven't gained a day
    Two self-fulfilling prophecies
    Who don't even have each other
    Not that we would ever get away with it Writer/s: Neko Case, Paul Rigby
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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