On This Dirt Road
That rhythm winds down straight through your heart.
The fun soaked up, and it’s back to the start on a dirt road.
Smack in the middle with sharp pieces of glass
That were thrown down like shrapnel,
And it happened so fast.
Like dirty laundry and that stale stench of beer,
And her lipstick, cap broken, on the counter all smeared.
It’s a four way stop, it’s your right of way,
With no indicator on, do you leave, do you stay?
Got your foot on the clutch and your hand on the gear,
Something is shifting but you can’t stay here.
She stood in the doorway, her face was so clean,
But that dirt in her nails was the message between the lines.
Like a writer that slips from his world into yours,
You’ve read about girls like this too much before.
With their dirty laundry, and that stale stench of beer,
And their lipstick, cap broken, on the counter all smeared.
It’s a two-way street, it’s your right of way,
With only one thing stopping you…
It’s a one-way ticket right out of here,
Your tires are screaming, the horizon’s so near.
You’re in a cafe looking up to the sky,
When a penny falls down and it lands on its side.
How peculiar.
The smack of your heads as she bends down as well,
The meeting of minds and she’s gone through your very same hell.
You look in her eyes and you see it all flash.
You’ll walk away happy – it’s the same thing at last!
It’s all dirty laundry, and that stale stench of beer,
And her lipstick, cap broken…
It couldn’t be more clear!
It’s a one-way street, it’s your right of way,
And nothing is stopping you…
It’s a one-way ticket back to the beer.
The red smears of lipstick already appear; it’s so perfect.
…on this dirt road.