Big Ol' City

Take my pulse There's a thrumming inside the vein that you feel with your fingertips Too much coffee and too much waiting for a monster to show so we can run from it There's a sound through the air like a snare or an engine or a coil as it flies unwound It rings in my ears, brings me to valium tears Dried against my cheek by the wind underground When the rain goes down On the big ol' city I'll miss the sound of the early morning I'm up at dawn And I'm on the highway I won't be back here for a month or two There's a man in the sky and he's watching you drive Because speeding kills, you know So buckle up tight, put your left in your right, and fire that gun real slow Out on the concrete, that old man looks right through me His beard hanging low to the earth I am only a passing car down Main Street And the only thing inside that turns to dirt When the rain goes down On the big ol' city I'll miss the sound of the early morning I'm up at dawn And I'm on the highway I won't be back here for a month or two You could be your own salvation or you could just let us in Starting fires warms the masses But it's a goddamn sorry way to win When the rain goes down On the big ol' city I'll miss the sound of the early morning I'm up at dawn And I'm on the highway I won't be back here for a month or two