Testo Busy Streets

Set my eyes on open road
A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load
Caring costs more than we think
These parts and tires create a fire in every blink

As my mind drifts from the wheel
Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel
I've come to love this time alone Long passed the place where I'm to face the grinding stone

We bend, but we send, a sense that we won't bleed
Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see
If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part
Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car

Pass the place they made of gold
Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won't grow old
Would you care to realize
The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize?

We bend, and we send, a sense that we don't see
Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be
If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car

As my mind drifts from the wheel
Drawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal

We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed
Broken fence, and we reckon, someone's soul will bleed
If I'm dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar
Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car

Bridge

I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt

Caring costs more than we think
Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink