Back Roads V - Dustin Vado
Melting candles in gridlock
On the way to the head shop
Today was broken as soon as it started
Waking to the harsh face of summer
Drained by nothing,
I cook an egg on my thigh
The favorite pastime of traffic
Reveling in the choice of main streets
This must be what it's like
To run the gamut from vein to heart
Like canoeing from mouth to drop,
A common thread with the head shop boys
The five minute drive took fifteen
Stuck in the pace of the heat
Wild future boiled off the hood
There and gone in waving vapor
Melding with the other diesel daydreams
Shot into the vein without asking
Get away before skin becomes blacktop
And the car gets ready for bed
Seek shelter and burn out
The gaze of the sun
I can only dream of shade -
Respite breezeway from the smell of eggs.
On the way to the head shop
Today was broken as soon as it started
Waking to the harsh face of summer
Drained by nothing,
I cook an egg on my thigh
The favorite pastime of traffic
Reveling in the choice of main streets
This must be what it's like
To run the gamut from vein to heart
Like canoeing from mouth to drop,
A common thread with the head shop boys
The five minute drive took fifteen
Stuck in the pace of the heat
Wild future boiled off the hood
There and gone in waving vapor
Melding with the other diesel daydreams
Shot into the vein without asking
Get away before skin becomes blacktop
And the car gets ready for bed
Seek shelter and burn out
The gaze of the sun
I can only dream of shade -
Respite breezeway from the smell of eggs.