In a dark, lamplit rainy street
you find it
As the song changes and the pulse softens
The words to a tune you never really liked
You were made to more than just survive.
Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night
changes?
And you remember a too-hot day with sun
baking a dirt road to chalk and children with one outfit of clothes
you find it
As the song changes and the pulse softens
The words to a tune you never really liked
You were made to more than just survive.
Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night
changes?
And you remember a too-hot day with sun
baking a dirt road to chalk and children with one outfit of clothes