Tim Barry - 40 miler lyrics
[Tim Barry - 40 miler lyrics]
I talked to Brian about frank too
Holly already knew, yeah holly already knew
That I was like boxing outside of the lines
Dodging potholes in the wind and rain
This is insane, a single car accident
With the never-ending radio playing
Sleeping in the van out-front in case
Up at six when I was out too late
I said what I came to say
Now I only complain
I only complain on highways
And I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
I can't stand songs about writing songs
And albums over 40 minutes long
And broke up bands on their 3rd re-union tour
Damn bowie boats should have quit at age 24
I got two jobs and a girl back home
Collection agency's calling on my
Pre paid cell phone
It don't take skill nor luck
To never amount to much
But, I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
But this is all been for nothing
When this has all been for nothing
I'd rather stay broke than
Play fake-ass shows
Move from your heart, sing from your soul
If you can't sing, then dance instead
Music should sound like escape, not rent
Music should sound like escape, not rent
Music should sound like escape, not rent
When this has all been for nothing
When this has all been for nothing
I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
Miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
Holly already knew, yeah holly already knew
That I was like boxing outside of the lines
Dodging potholes in the wind and rain
This is insane, a single car accident
With the never-ending radio playing
Sleeping in the van out-front in case
Up at six when I was out too late
I said what I came to say
Now I only complain
I only complain on highways
And I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
I can't stand songs about writing songs
And albums over 40 minutes long
And broke up bands on their 3rd re-union tour
Damn bowie boats should have quit at age 24
I got two jobs and a girl back home
Collection agency's calling on my
Pre paid cell phone
It don't take skill nor luck
To never amount to much
But, I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
But this is all been for nothing
When this has all been for nothing
I'd rather stay broke than
Play fake-ass shows
Move from your heart, sing from your soul
If you can't sing, then dance instead
Music should sound like escape, not rent
Music should sound like escape, not rent
Music should sound like escape, not rent
When this has all been for nothing
When this has all been for nothing
I got miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles
Miles and miles and miles
Of nothing but, miles and miles