And when I, open it, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.
I feel like a tire tread,
That left it's mark on the road where noone goes.
When there's nothing left, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.
The most beautiful thing that I ever heard
Was Handel's largo on the back on the bus.
As skid marks rolled by,
Someone had a close call.
And Kincaid talks of a new EP deal,
One that'll show just how I feel.
I'm starting to see the writing on the he wall.
-Chorus:
What am I to do with this? [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/cousin_kevin/writing_on_the_wall.html ]
I've stuck myself with a Trojan horse gift,
And when I, open it, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.
I feel like a tire tread,
That left it's mark on the road where noone goes.
When there's nothing left, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.