On My Page

Battle the turnpike, in through the film light, at war with the moon

Tim sleeps through the fm, lightly dreaming

With an ink pen halfway in his hand

Johnny wakes from the truck buzz

Wearily fallin' out of love with seeing anything new

I feel it too, except all of the time, I'm crying in the rear view

I ain't someone you want around you

Often do I use my feelings to paint my mood

Yeah I get sidetracked

I ain't someone you can count on to have your back

At least not the way you'd want me to

Fell asleep on the drive back with bugsy

Steering trying to make us laugh to keep us all awake

In the backseat in a raincoat, lulled by the engine

And the shadows always moving to my right

Do you feel it too?

Like your the only one trying to level with your own blues

I'm trying to be on your page

But I'm the only one who always tends to feel this way

If you love me you'll give me a break, won't you?