Testo About Control

Driving toward the sun,
with a six-pack riding shotgun.
Heading to the north looking to the east,
everything we said, said goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Once again about control.
My knees are stiffening, aching with uneasy feeling.
Once again about control, you said everything I tried to.
You said everything I meant.

Coffee makes me yell,
and whiskey makes me rage.
All this road behind me,
can just fall right into the lake.

Once again about control.
My knees are shaking, aching with uneasy feeling.
Once again about control, you said evertything I tried to.
You said evertything I meant.

Driving down the sun with a six-pack riding shotgun I've got everything I need here wedged between the seats.
Counting out the gray hairs in the rearview getting old. The fourteen year old in my head says in darkness I rein supreme.

Once again about control.
My knees are shaking, aching with uneasy feeling.
Once again about control, you said evertything I tried to.
You said evertything I meant.