Black Road - Jackpot

I realized I was going

After I was gone

I didn’t want to leave her

But I had already left

I didn’t have the money

When the bus was moving

It was moving moving moving

Down the black black road

Yeah

Well I wound up in Paris

Searching for a ride

Maybe for anywhere

There’s comedy on my side

It must’ve been summer

A little premature

Cause all I see is how we fight

And the smell of that manure

Down the black

Down the black road

Down the black road

Oh

Well I couldn’t play violin

She had firecracker hair

Well I thought she was the one you know

But I should’ve been aware

Got a job at the winery

Threw the Frisbee at night in the kitchen

But all I kept thinking 'bout

Was ditching ditching ditching out

Down the black

Down the black road

Down the black road

Oh

I thought I knew what I wanted

There’s no doubt in my mind

No need for destinations

No need for the time

But your head turns into oatmeal

And days turn into years

And things get real distorted

When you’re living living living living living in a real blue mirror

The black road

Down the black road

Down the black road

Down the black road