Rodeo Drugstore

Can I make a sound?
Without music how can I be found in the places you don’t talk about with friends?
When I write mine down,
Twitch and talk to everyone through my fingers, through my severed connections.

But I am just another rolling marble down the hall
You and I we don’t get along, but it’s not because we’re wrong
I am only over here and shining up and bright
And though you roll a little faster you do so to the right

So sleep it off and when you wake you’ll find me waiting
Memory and reverance for the good Jesus Christ
We can see everything and everything is a funny thing
Well to get out of these big black boots sure would be nice

Yeah, to find my rocking chair somewhere more outside sure would be nice.

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