Passenger Side by Charles Walker

same jeans, day five, hunter’s asleep in the passenger side
as we pass through another town with a name that i won’t remember
it ain’t much but the people are nice, play for about seven people a night
but it’s nice to get out and breathe some different air

if i could take the good parts and seclude em I would
the days are fresh and new and the nights are all the same
and the money doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should
it’s more the times i can’t control my own brain

well the devil that you know, it has my by the collar
where he goes i’ll go, he knows what’s right for me
i’m chain smoking again to combat the silence
just to calm me down
but after not too long the alcohol just burns me out

there is something in the way
clouding my judgement
and i can’t get rid of it
there is nothing you can say
that i haven’t already said
but there’s no comfort in acknowledgement

please don’t have my back
the next time i fall i want to feel the impact
and please don’t take my side
it’s been too long and i’ve forgotten what it feels like

• Alternative
• Americana
• alt-country. emo
• indie
• post-country
• Boone