Catch me sleeping at your back door
Lying prone beneath the dawn
I was ready to leave
when the sprinklers turned on

A day of reckoning's upon me,
but right now I need some rest:
a little camp ground in Saint Isabel
just to the west

Life goes by so fast,
but its minutes drag on slow
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

Bank job somewhere in bumfuck Georgia
fill that ceiling full of holes
A hundred twenty miles an hour
sounds like thunder rolls

In a Canyon City walmart
cops and cameras all around
Stops Sticks down along the asphalt
slowed us down

And if it weren't for that guard rail
we'd be laughing at you now
We were dead-set on getting away somehow

Life goes by so fast,
but its minutes drag on slow
Sometimes nowhere seems the only place to go

If you ever think of me and wonder,
ask yourself where I might be
Keep your eyes fixed on the shadows,
you'll find me


Lyrics submitted by Twilight31, edited by Contaminator

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