Passing On The Screen歌词
Cigarette
smoke
dances
back
in
the
windowAnd
I
can
see
the
haze
on
the
dome
light.I'm
conjuring
ghosts
on
a
forty-hour
ride
home.And
they
keep
asking
me
what
I'm
doing
with
my
life,While
my
cousins
go
to
bed
with
their
wives.I'm
feeling
like
I've
fallen
behind..Well
the
highway
won.I'm
listening
to
traffic
reports,One
on
one,
coming
quietly
undone.I
was
born
to
run
away
from
anything
goodAn
escape
artist's
sonWith
sun-drenched
pavement
in
my
blood..The
first
thing
that
I
do
when
I
walk
inIs
plan
a
way
out
for
when
sh*t
gets
bad.And
I've
been
looking
for
tears
in
the
screen
door.in
the
screen
I've
been
waiting
for
another
disaster..I'm
terrified
like
a
kid
in
the
sixties,Staring
at
the
sky
waiting
for
the
bomb
to
fall.It's
all
a
lie,
what
they
say
about
stability.It
scares
me
sometimes,The
emptiness
I
see
in
my