Lyrics
Crooked headboard
Crooked bed
Crooked landlord is raising your rent
If it's under freezing, overnight
Pray to Jesus, that engine will light
You say it's nothing at all
The kind of thing that just goes away on its own
Fascination
Flashing lights
Tractor trailer right through the divider
Half an hour
Half a mile
Have to ask 'bout that look in your eyes
You say it's nothing at all
The kind of thing that just goes away on its own
But it's going so slow
The smell of winter on your coat
Brought it with you from out of the cold
Hardly knew you
Hardly time
Hard to move from that place in my mind
Should be nothing at all
The kind of thing that just goes away on its own
But it's going so slow