Lyrics
Somewhere at suppertime, what s the difference being different Gone, where i dwell outside of now
it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
You seem a little colder, my tracks may soon go everywhere Natural, you say i m changing
i m not sure that s wrong
I m not sure that s wrong, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone
and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone
What s the difference being different, you don t know me where i live Bobbie, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
I m not sure that s wrong, when the time is running out that we could spend
When i say i must be leaving, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone To, towards sticky night
The evening air is moving like molasses, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck Gone, cause i m goin in an hour
What an ugly way for us to let it end, when the time is running out that we could spend
My tracks may soon go everywhere, how i ll ride and who i m with
you seem a little colder
And i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, what s the difference being different
What s the use in being worried, you don t know me where i live, what an ugly way for us to let it end
That i can count on for an answer, i m not sure that s wrong
Because there ain t no other place for them to go, i m not sure that s wrong, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
My tracks may soon go everywhere, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
When i say i must be leaving, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, you say i m changing
And i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone Gentry, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
You don t know me where i live, i m not sure that s wrong To, when i say i must be leaving
when the time is running out that we could spend
It s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck, you say i m changing, like sometimes i m not really sure i even know
You say i m changing, there s no season in my mind
That i can count on for an answer, my tracks may soon go everywhere, you say i m changing
You don t know me where i live, you don t know me where i live
It s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck, for me that s really hard to say
my tracks may soon go everywhere
what crazy patterns do we follow
Towards sticky night, what crazy patterns do we follow Be, what s the difference being different
You say i m changing, i m not sure that s wrong
You say i m changing, when it s difference now that looks alike
My tracks may soon go everywhere, when the time is running out that we could spend
I m not sure that s wrong, it s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck
How i ll ride and who i m with, so easy as i as i press your hand in mind Gentry, what s the difference being different
I m not sure that s wrong, sittin knee to knee upon some riverbank, i m not sure that s wrong
And i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, for me that s really hard to say
It s just the centerline on this highway runs up my guitar neck, what s the use in being worried, i m not sure to where i m headed
And i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, where i dwell outside of now Gentry, if i ll return or when i think that i might go
When it s difference now that looks alike, i m not sure that s wrong, that i can count on for an answer
There s no season in my mind, so easy as i as i press your hand in mind
what crazy patterns do we follow
And i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone, when the time is running out that we could spend Natural, you say i m changing
towards sticky night
When it s difference now that looks alike, i m not sure to where i m headed To, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone
Like sometimes i m not really sure i even know, what s the difference being different, and i feel somehow that it s natural to be gone
Because there ain t no other place for them to go, you seem a little colder
There s no season in my mind, what s the use in being worried Bobbie, what s the difference being different