Pollard Songtext
von Oliver Houston

I know, here it goes: talks on Tim′s porch, am I stuck?
Oh no, I never know do real friends grow old or get fucked up?
Left on cruise control (just like going slow while I can)
Shit shows, mobile homes, five bucks, long walks to the van
When you see I'm going out again, do you wonder where I′ve been?
Yeah so, laying low: that's all we wrote, that's tough luck
Stone′s throw even though moved out, moved far where I′m from
When you hear I'm coming home again, do you wonder where I′ve been?