New Testament

I went six long years With a broken car stereo Left my love Just a few long months ago Some lives don't Get lived until you go For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo Lost my sense of place Nowhere looks all the same Strip malls cover the plains And yet there's no one to blame Concrete from the clay Tract homes crossing the range American golden age We're sorry for the delay I went six long years With a broken car stereo Left my love Just a few long months ago Some lives don't Get lived until you go For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo Hello, hello Can you talk to me Can you see through me? Can I at least be yours today? Can I at least be yours today? I need help, I need to pray Not tomorrow, I need today F*ck the walls, I want the way All my green that turned to gray I went six long years With a broken car stereo Left my love Just a few long months ago Some lives don't Get lived until you go For the long eight seconds at the Angola Rodeo They all say Years are fast when the days are slow I can't stay Right here if you gotta go Shades of gray Pile high when I'm feeling low It's a long eight seconds at the Angola rodeo