Where the wheels keep on rolling
You never got very far but you could still sing along
It's not who you are, it's just what you've become
It's not who you are, it’s just what we've become
The oblique pastiche of childhood memories
So here's a guitar that you use to strum
Tinsel & sawdust, I'm gonna give you up
Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays
Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days
You know you can't escape these things
Till we've sealed our fate
Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
Feeling more at home when I'm this far away
Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made
Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
Has got you down on your knees
From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate
