Not Over You Yet Songtext
von Kevin Devine & The Goddamn Band
Not Over You Yet Songtext
A Cadillac drives down my street
A bead of sweat pouring slow down a palm line
I see a bumper sticker
It′s a bearded man with a wanted sign
A myth we've made to scare our fears away
A slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate
A muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain
But it′s really just a desert corpse
We've painted on the wall out in some cave
Anyway, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
My neighborhood drunk′s on line at the deli
With his shaky hands and his swollen face he waits for his coffee
He blacks out curbside every night and
Every day crawls back towards Wall Street
So I don't see it like it′s us and them I just see everybody working for that same eternal weekend
Droning on and on and on and never doing what we wanted
Heavy legs two steps behind some forever dangling carrot
And I'm tired of it
So who′s to say that we can't just fucking change it?
And I know it seems dramatic but I treat it like a crisis
From the office to the coffin, all our time and talent wasted
And that weight against your throat
Is that a noose dressed like a necklace?
But here I couldn′t really tell the difference
Either way I say let's not take any chances
'Cause I don′t know where he′s gonna park that thing
No, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
No, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
A bead of sweat pouring slow down a palm line
I see a bumper sticker
It′s a bearded man with a wanted sign
A myth we've made to scare our fears away
A slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate
A muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain
But it′s really just a desert corpse
We've painted on the wall out in some cave
Anyway, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
My neighborhood drunk′s on line at the deli
With his shaky hands and his swollen face he waits for his coffee
He blacks out curbside every night and
Every day crawls back towards Wall Street
So I don't see it like it′s us and them I just see everybody working for that same eternal weekend
Droning on and on and on and never doing what we wanted
Heavy legs two steps behind some forever dangling carrot
And I'm tired of it
So who′s to say that we can't just fucking change it?
And I know it seems dramatic but I treat it like a crisis
From the office to the coffin, all our time and talent wasted
And that weight against your throat
Is that a noose dressed like a necklace?
But here I couldn′t really tell the difference
Either way I say let's not take any chances
'Cause I don′t know where he′s gonna park that thing
No, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
No, I don't know where he′s gonna park that thing
Writer(s): Kenneth Kelly, Charles Pendleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com