An open road where I can breathe

 

Where the lowest low is calling to me

 

I can pull myself back up back down

 

Stuck together like a ready made

 

And nobody knows where we been

 

Canceled rations are running thin

 

Watches tick out of tune

 

Falling apart like a ready made

 

My bags are waiting in the next life

 

Rubbish piles fresh and plain

 

Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain

 

License plates stowaway

 

Standing in line like a ready made

 

And my bags are waiting in the next life

 

An open road where I can breathe

 

Where the lowest low is calling to me

 

I can pull myself back up back down

 

Stuck together like a ready made

 

My bags are waiting in the next life