Cigarette smoke dances back in the window
And I can see the haze on the dome light
I`m conjuring ghosts on a forty-hour ride home
And they keep asking me what I`m doing with my life
While my cousins go to bed with their wives
I'm feeling like I've fallen behind
Well the highway won
I`m listening to traffic reports
One on one, coming quietly undone
I was born to run away from anything good
An escape artist`s son
With sun-drenched pavement in my blood
The first thing that I do when I walk in
Is plan a way out for when shit gets bad
And I`ve been looking for tears in the screen door
(tears in the screen door)
I`ve been waiting for another disaster
(another disaster)
I`m terrified like a kid in the sixties
Staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall
It`s all a lie, what they say about stability
It scares me sometimes
The emptiness I see in my eyes
All the kid`s names I’ve ever liked are tied to tragedy
And I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me
And I`ve been looking for tears in the screen door
(tears in the screen door)
I`ve been waiting for another disaster
(another disaster)
But I was kind of hoping you`d stay
I was kind of hoping you`d stay
I keep a flashlight
And a small knife in the corner of my bed stand
I keep a flashlight and the train times
But you wouldn’t understand
How could you understand?
Jesus Christ. I`m twentysix
All the people I graduated with
All have kids, all have wives
All have people who care if they come home at night
Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
And I`ve been looking for tears in the screen door
(tears in the screen door)
I`ve been waiting for another disaster
(another disaster)
But I was kind of hoping you`d stay
I was kind of hoping you`d stay
I was kind of hoping you`d stay