Cross Countries - Cecil Otter

Just imagine the roads in the fall

The golden leaves falling on the mold on the logs

The hopes and the gods and the bombs

We set fire to the mold and beyond

And the dawn broke out like it spent a night in Alcatraz

We talking all night about second tries and Cadillacs

We grabbed the axe and buried it

We found shelter in the woods and found savage acts hilarious

The areas, the patience, the habits

Now seek shelter in the basements and the attics

Packets of rookie cards and looky-loo's galore

Crawled away from the moody blues and the war

We swore we’d never leave each other, never sleep again

Until a horde of lovers come to fortify the need in us

The deepest end of the pool, cheaters, sluts, ghouls

They’ll feed you to the mutts and the fools

We weren’t accustomed to the mistrust, we were just missing school

Missing the bus like we missed the mistrust

And it’s a must, it’s us and just us, and what’s what

And it kills me to think it’s all gone, it’s just dust

In the window pane where my first kiss came through

In the middle of a full moon, fiddled with the wool plumes covering our eyes

It’s like every new move is a surprise

Now we’re stepping into every room with the prize

It’s like a weapon that’s abused for your pride

And the last place you want to hide

The rat race was on the side

High on life, low on the totem pole

We ain’t on strike

We’re alive like a lie

That’s been told to all ears

And we’re holding all tears back in

And let the fears back in

Fall away from

Fall away from you