HIGH MILEAGE Songtext
von The Classic Crime

Got high mileage
But I′m still smiling some
This engine's broke down
Now every part looks old
When it′s still young

Walked our old neighborhood
And passed the place you stood
With those ultimatums
That saved me every time I lost my head

But you can't figure it out
Any more than I can now
We're both still stuck in the sound
Of the echos of our dreams
From back before we had
The means to stomp them out


Friends came and passed by
On an assembly line
We built them up then
Sent them off to market
Somewhere else

So what is it worth then
To build an argument
For what the truth is
When no one ever gets there in the end
All our friends still live there
In my head

And they can′t figure it out
Any more than we can now
We′re all still stuck in the sound
Of the echos of our dreams
From back before we had
The means to stomp them out

We're all still stuck in the sound
We′re all still stuck in the sound
We're all still stuck in the sound
We′re all still stuck in the sound