Walk on top, you run beneath
Walk on top, you run beneath
Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere
Walk on top, you run beneath
You didn't know what, when you fell down in it
Came out to greet the unresponsive stare
Then the crutch dissolves, well she's just too sweet
Turn green with envy over something you missed
I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week
Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds
Blacktop spreads, blacktop, blacktop speeds
Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds