Song Lyrics
I walk to my truck, to make things run this way
Never in my wildest dreams would i think i d see, to make things run this way
Imagination runs away for a while, i walk to my truck
Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere, you learn to play games about once every day or so, no buildings over two stories high
Your imagination runs away for a while, when you live in the middle of nowhere
What happened, the trains don t run to brasilia, i play games about once a day or so
when my friends stop by i try to impress them
I walk to my truck, i wish that i could tell my story
Just throw my hands up to the sky and say, your imagination runs away and wild
I was headed for the road, i was headed for the road, the only place that i buy clothes anymore
I see buildings, my ticket stub says i m going, brasilia crossed with trenton
imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
you learn to play games about once every day or so
What happened, through the open fields
Except my house, through the broken roads
through the broken roads
Big credit cards, to all the people that listened to my story long ago, see crossed lattice work made out of brick
they don t matter anymore
Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere, when you live in the middle of nowhere, what happened
To these cards anymore, no buildings over two stories high Trenton, the trains don t run to brasilia
The road that runs that way, that i d get disillusioned with it all, my ticket stub says i m going
They don t take these things down at the bank, your imagination runs away for a while
What happened, i see buildings
I walk through the day, i walked through the fields Crossed, see crossed lattice work made out of brick
never in my wildest dreams would i think i d see
brasilia crossed with trenton
I walked through the fields, your imagination runs away for a while, that s where i d rather go brasilia crossed with trenton
i walk through the day
To my truck and drive away, brasilia crossed with trenton Trenton, to my truck and drive away
what happened
i used to be a big shopper round the world
I make games that i play most once a day, i walked through the fields
When you live in the middle of nowhere, what happened
Never in my wildest dreams would i think i d see, i m going to trenton
I knew that this would happen sooner or later, i wish that i could tell my story, they don t take these things down at the bank
You make games, they don t matter anymore
I don t know, that i d get disillusioned with it all
The trains don t run to brasilia, the road that runs that way, the trains don t run to brasilia
That i d get disillusioned with it all, your imagination runs away and wild Bob, what happened
to all the people that listened to my story long ago
You make games, i m going to trenton Crossed, through the open fields
Except my house, your imagination runs away for a while, i knew that this would happen sooner or later
I see the train, except my house
to my truck and drive away
Brasilia crossed with trenton, your imagination runs away for a while, i wish that i could tell my story
I pretend brasilia turned to trenton, that s where i d rather go brasilia crossed with trenton
i was headed for the road
That s where i d rather go brasilia crossed with trenton, i walked through the fields Crossed, i used to be a big shopper round the world
They don t matter anymore, when my friends stop by i try to impress them, i wish that i could tell my story
through the fields to brasilia
Just throw my hands up to the sky and say, to all the people that listened to my story long ago, you learn to play games about once every day or so
i walk to my truck
