MOG

Tinsel & sawdust, I'm gonna give you up
Where the wheels keep on rolling
You never got very far but you could still sing along

Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays
Feeling more at home when I'm this far away
The oblique pastiche of childhood memories
From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate
Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made

Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days
So here's a guitar that you use to strum
Has got you down on your knees
Till we've sealed our fate

You know you can't escape these things
It's not who you are, it’s just what we've become
It's not who you are, it's just what you've become

Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?
Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up?