Six Days From Sunday

Broken zipper on my jacket Another four letter habit Dropped my heart and she grabbed it I guess you say she nabbed it Dirty gas station bathrooms A couple counties that I passed through I'll be running out of gas soon It feels like a cartoon underneath the full moon There's some people that I lied too Got some debts that are passed due Wore a hole in my left shoe Held my breath till I turned blue Running straight into a head wind Nasty letters from my own kin Throw 'em straight into a trash bin Nothing but a has been, looking for another win It's strange that I can't find my way Just hoping for another day Just hoping for another day We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday We're on a long ride, just biding our time You won it then you lost it Turned your back then you got hit The papers called it tragic Their hearts were made of plastic Throwing darts as they walk by Screaming out a war cry Looking for the right time To hop another state line, find a place to unwind Some people say I'm losing But there's a storm a brewing Got my heart on a shoe string It's my pride I'm losing. It's funny I can't find my way Just hoping for another day Just hoping for another day We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday We're on a long ride, just biding our time We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday We're on a long ride, across the hillside There's something I don't know And something I can't find We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday We're on a long ride, just biding our time We took the wrong way, six days from Sunday We're on a long ride, across the hillside