I'm holding on tight to the rope
Don't know which way this will go
An aisle at the convenience store
Shoelace gray lottery floor
It feels like I've been here before
The clerk is a man behind glass
Behind his eyes is the past
Behind him the local news broadcast
There are only two ways you can go
Away from or back to your home
So I picture a gigantic road
Where everyone walks to the sun oh
This is my first rodeo
I'm holding on tight to the rope
Don't know which way this will go
Hoping on breakfast downstairs
My mom and my brother are there
Cinnamon toast in the air
The dogs are out back in the snow
TV, the clock radio
Everything talks in its home
As the months are zoomed too far in
These pages are pages I've read
And the places are places I've been
Oh
And today is the same as the rest
But sure it's shaped nonetheless
So I stand up and drop off my plate
Push out the door to the front gate
An aisle on a bus out of town
I feel my feet moving me down
The bus lifting up off the ground
Then the thoughts come and go for awhile
The parking lot fades into sight
The path to the beach in the streetlight
The door pulls the bus driver's hand
The curb pushes up to the sand
I step into an alien land
Oh
Where the sand brush and snow dunes descend
And ice water ocean begins
And I think I can see to the end
The winging the light in the wind
This is my first rodeo I'm holding on tight to the rope Don't know which way this will go An aisle at the convenience store Shoelace gray lottery floor It feels like I've been here before The clerk is a man behind glass Behind his eyes is the past Behind him the local news broadcast There are only two ways you can go Away from or back to your home So I picture a gigantic road Where everyone walks to the sun oh This is my first rodeo I'm holding on tight to the rope Don't know which way this will go Hoping on breakfast downstairs My mom and my brother are there Cinnamon toast in the air The dogs are out back in the snow TV, the clock radio Everything talks in its home As the months are zoomed too far in These pages are pages I've read And the places are places I've been Oh And today is the same as the rest But sure it's shaped nonetheless So I stand up and drop off my plate Push out the door to the front gate An aisle on a bus out of town I feel my feet moving me down The bus lifting up off the ground Then the thoughts come and go for awhile The parking lot fades into sight The path to the beach in the streetlight The door pulls the bus driver's hand The curb pushes up to the sand I step into an alien land Oh Where the sand brush and snow dunes descend And ice water ocean begins And I think I can see to the end The winging the light in the wind Explain Request ×
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