A Leaving Car

Always a fine one grabbing
The hand gun
I have fifteen channels on the AM dial
Back seat's full of flyer mail
There is no room
No room for anyone
Break of dawn and i'm driving
Driving solemn one

Understand it's not about you
There's one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue

Fishing boats were gonna bring me home
Bring me home to you

Some say i've changed
Still as all the days when her and I
Would play field tag
I go around
I come back down through the
Tunnel of time where I can see
Over and over

It's not about you

There's one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue

Fishing boats were going to bring me home
Bring me home to you