Part of the talking got stuck in my mind
Is a board to road
Two hours later back in my neighbourhood, where
Everything just stopped
It still looks the same, they remember my name
Stepped it in for a cup full
There's a big city man, used to rumble with him
Back in high school.
The slow cruel hands of time
Turn you into molten lava, oh my
Piece on the ride, you can stop for a while
To look out for a policeman
There's no street lamps
Only free buildings, and one of them vacant
Is taking all day
The pack's feeling heavy and soon enough
Backwards down the mountain the axel is grindin'
Pull into the wrong drive
The sky is in the yard
Stream cotton candy in the fall
Slow card the hard to fall
So long times I don't
I've gone this so long
Something I hardly know
Slow gone
Finally up the pieces disrrupted and the birds fly
Trapped for a moment
The sheriff's department got the wrong guy
The town is revealed the lone
Visible winds through the fog
This slow cruel hands of time, turning you back into a child