strange days — Matthew Good Band

Good morning, don't cop out You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet Are you crazy to want this Even for awhile

We're making this shit up The reasons for being are easy to pay You can't remember the others They just kind of went away

So you're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs When you drift off to wake up Do you always hit the brakes

We're done lying for a living The straneg days have come and you're gone Either dead or dying Either dead or trying to go

It's evening, you're tired You sleepwalk, a robot out to the street Are you crazy to want this Even for awhile

You're driving, it's rush hour The cars on the freeway are moving backwards Into a wall of fire

We're done lying for a living The straneg days have come and you're gone Either dead or dying Either dead or trying to go

Good morning, don't cop out