Fallen Pinetree Songtext
von Thrift Store Cowboys

Ten to fifteen more
Till the hills named of oak
The silence alone in the car could choke
Frozen
Blame the pharmacy
For burning a hole
Through a fallen pinetree
Up ahead
Sits a stranger
Bright palms, far too young
To grasp the wheel
Much less steer it
And it′s all exit signs
And traffic lines
Who cares if no one alive will ever hear it
Empty your head
And wait for it And we'll exhale alone
Strumming empty sounding hummingbirds
Turning hands to stone
Recalling
Handing these thoughts
These thoughts
Still clenching fresh warm paper
It′s in my chest
Not much that still exists
When your riding on a blacktop
That you will not remember
Empty your head
And wait for it
And we'll exhale alone
Strumming empty sounding hummingbirds
Turning hands to stone