The air is low in my tires
But I ride real fast if I have to dash
If you live down the road I’d come see you
Down a gravel road out in the sun
My face is warm, we’ve just begun to speak
In the scheme of things
You don’t wear no rings
Look out below, I’m collapsing
Into grace when I see your face
If you live down the road I’d come see you
Heart aglow with all it knows
I’m headed out, I’m staying in
I can’t decide the scheme of things
What do I bring?
Chances are low, chances are small
For me to even see you at all
So why should I try to hold on?
Because I know what you are
No one can know how long they live
My winter woes I’m in the throes
If you live down the road I could see you
All your ages merged as one
A lucky boy I claim to be cause love
In the scheme of things is everything
Chances are low, chances are small
For me to even see you at all
So why should I try to hold on?
Because I know what you are
You are a ghost
You are a star
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