Song Description
struggle of personal self vs. society
| Song Length |
5:44 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Economics |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
late night, streetlights, people standing staring
concrete heartbeats, sorely lost for landing
backseat neckers, can?t fit in the spaces
bums steer shopcarts, lost from this god?s graces
i don?t mind, if you say it in your own way
somehow wishes, i could miss this, the mean days
drumbeats, wet sheets, looking for a shower
whatever happened to the sidewalk tramps,
caught up in the hour
exhaust fumes rising, up to meet the sky
rebel rousers on red rooftops, think that they can fly
i don?t mind, if you say it in your own way
somehow wishes, i could miss this, the mean days
windy cool morning, feels like I?m born to run again
wait without warning, fabrics all torn and hard to mend
I?ll be waiting...
credit card sluts and cigarette butts, gutter fill the curb
echoed laughs, well worn foot paths, wisdom in the words
high speed hot rods, wrestle down the road
good time sweethearts, all on lock and load
i don?t mind, if you say it in your own way
somehow wishes, i could miss this, the mean days
Music and Lyrics by Brent Kirby c p Red Stoplights Music