RIVETHEAD LYRICS

"Traffic Street"

Well now it seems that every day
I’ve gotta find a new way to make myself go outside and
Face the faces of the losing team, all too welcoming,
They say, "You’ll join us in time son."
Don’t wanna hear what you’d call hard truths
About the ending of youth, not right now so shut the fuck up
I know a girl who don’t need the lies, she’s better off besides
Without the world always dragging her down.

On a Midwest summer night I’ll meet her again on the rooftop
Southeast with cheap wine and cigarettes
She’ll still be pretty, I’ll still be a mess
Sitting there on the ledge feeling fall closing in

Goddamn, it fucking killed me, the way she’d look at me and said,
"If this ain’t nice, then what is?"
Mid afternoon, with the rain pouring down between
Making out and warm beers under bridges
Where we would hide from the world for a while
Playing dice for old style she threw my shoes in the river
Outside the yard that night she caught a train,
I walked back all the way to traffic street counting down the days ‘til.

On a Midwest summer night I’ll meet her again on the rooftop
Southeast with cheap wine and cigarettes
She’ll still be pretty, I’ll still be a mess
Sitting there on the ledge feeling fall closing in

Now here I am just walking round these downtown streets all night,
Trying to find a place to go where the street lights ain’t so fucking bright
Stick to the alleyways, avoid the cops it seems
This city could kill me but first I’ll kill this whiskey
Then it won’t be so cold sleeping here all alone.
The world can go to hell
Cause here it’s just me and this ugly fucked up river‐side.
So now it seems that today
I think I found a new way to make myself go outside and
Laugh in the faces of the winning team
While they chase boring dreams and still live paycheck to last call.
Do what you really wanna do
Don’t fucking yes sir through your whole life like a fool, kid
I hope that you don’t really need the lies
Don’t fucking waste your time with the world always dragging you down

On a Midwest summer night I’ll meet her again on the rooftop
Southeast with cheap wine and cigarettes
She’ll still be pretty, I’ll still be a mess
Sitting there on the ledge feeling fall closing in

Thanks to Tom for these lyrics

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