what a strange coincidence...
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The past times weren't planned under your colored skin.
i cant tell you i'm sinkin', but not fooled that i'm thinkin'
'bout all the times i'd forever talk to you.
Everythin' just passes, when you hide all those chances
For tryin' to grab the holy medallion beside your pale feet.
The time i was given in the time i was vacuumed and beat
No one really had defeat me quite like you.
Your sorrow i still catch, when your head turns, it spills out like golden truth.
Lost the darkest night, or behind the blinding starlight.
Where is the place you are goin' to?
To the coasts of boots and booze?
The spanish sailors who are rowin' home, tryin' their best not to lose.
The spanish leather boots still layed, in the place of a dreaming trip to the south.
Just sittin behind, sayin' farewell to all of them.
As we travel, we still part, in many ways where the road begins, and the road really ends.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The past times weren't planned under your colored skin.
i cant tell you i'm sinkin', but not fooled that i'm thinkin'
'bout all the times i'd forever talk to you.
Everythin' just passes, when you hide all those chances
For tryin' to grab the holy medallion beside your pale feet.
The time i was given in the time i was vacuumed and beat
No one really had defeat me quite like you.
Your sorrow i still catch, when your head turns, it spills out like golden truth.
Lost the darkest night, or behind the blinding starlight.
Where is the place you are goin' to?
To the coasts of boots and booze?
The spanish sailors who are rowin' home, tryin' their best not to lose.
The spanish leather boots still layed, in the place of a dreaming trip to the south.
Just sittin behind, sayin' farewell to all of them.
As we travel, we still part, in many ways where the road begins, and the road really ends.