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Old song. Originally titled "I Hate the Fucking Eagles".
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Driving mostly drunk down the center of the road, man, I gotta get out of this town. The only way to do it is die or try harder, and it's too late to try hard now. Everybody always said that I could probably do anything I put my mind to, so I'm putting my mind to the middle of my windshield, and wondering if I'll go through.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight, that's just fine.
I was born in California and I hit the ground running and I reckon I been runnin' ever since. Hung up on women and all kinds of sinning, like I'm crawling through barbed wire fence. Born amongst the redwoods and next to the ocean makes you feel like you got something to prove. But I can't stand up to nothin', so I guess I'll be runnin', yeah I guess I'll be back on the move.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight, that's just fine.
It's 2:32 and I ain't in my room, I had to go out for a better view. Innocents on the highway staring into my highbeams; K Hwy and that big ol' moon. And I ain't lookin' for your goddamn pity, I don't expect you to care. I'm just looking forward to the day that you miss me, when you finally realize I ain't there.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight...
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