Texas, Me and You - Asleep At The Wheel

Do you ever stop to count all the invitations

At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision

Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention

All these sugars with no vitamin sensation

Do you ever stop to look over old relations

Or look to the belly of another one’s emotions

Someone young in the winds of a revolution

Trying to save his face in the evolution

Asleep at the wheel

No windshield

But you know that the streets

Here don’t change

He’s kept alive in the chain of mental starvation

Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration

Unlike you who seem bred from corruption

Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation

Asleep at the wheel

No windshield

But you know that the streets

Here don’t change

With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection

To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion

She’ll steal your money with the eyes of a baby’s complexion

Then she’ll laugh at you and your sexual invention

Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion

Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion

With a face full of mud even though you were only joking

As if you really understood the value of isolation

Asleep at the wheel

No windshield

But you know that the streets

Here don’t change

Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'

Every smile you give’s just to keep your mouth from clothin'

Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion

Locked in neutral your engines are broken

Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean

Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station

You can color in the lines of mother earth’s addictions

And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth’s abduction

Asleep at the wheel

No windshield

But you know that the streets

Here don’t change