QTY - Rodeo

Текст песни

Every rodeo comes to an end
It’s the inevitable, there are bandages
On every road, a gas station
It’s the distance between them, that’s miles per gallon
Well how far from where I’ve been?
And how long until it’s comfortable?
A rough patch isn’t even that
I’m with my person, my very own person
My dark thoughts turn to bar talk
I’m with my person, my very own person
Pocket change on the tarmac
An imprint of me walking the length of my footsteps
I grew up, I was liked less
I had a drink I had another I got over it
Well how far from where I’ve been?
And how long until it’s comfortable?