Words by Ian Barlow Music by The Dig
Who's to say it's not hard to tame, A one track mind and what's to blame. Always asking who's heart I tore. You land the hardest when your near my door then you say, Your highways always paved and mines always bumpy. Hit a rock falling down head first and landing. Your one in a mob of a thousand empty pledges. Who's to say that nothings free? Pay your dues and play it through. Im always paying for so much more. You hear me calling from outside your door and I say, Your a habit that a crave each day with longing. Take a shot in the dark near the end of the evening. As ruthless as the sun is I'm barely seething. Getting hot in the front so I'll take the highway To the back of the cue to play it through. To the back of the cue to play it through.