Broken Bootstraps

BROKEN BOOTSTRAPS


I hate to wake you in the morning
It’s already six fifteen
Got those dark circles under your eyes again
Were you working even in your dreams?

Sometimes I feel like a freight train
Rollin’ round the same track
All my days are déjà vu
Same old lunch in a paper sack

Chorus:
I’m tired of living in the in-between
Everyone smiles in the magazines
I’ve been punching the clock
And it’s been punching me back
I was pulling myself up, Lord,
When my boot strap snapped

You make the drive in auto pilot
Like the map is etched upon your brain
The windshield is weeping, babe,
One of these days it ain’t gonna rain

I took a job for six months
Six months became six years
It seems there should b more to life
Than a job that ain’t quite a career

Chorus

Run out of gas on 11th and Mill
At least that’s something new
Pass the time with Walden on tape
Waves of traffic flow past me and you

I swear to God I’ll be stretched so thin
If I ever get off this wheel
In moments like this beyond any clock
Remember the time we didn’t have to steal


Chorus

Exit:
All my days are déjà vu
All my days are déjà vu
All my days are déjà vu
All my days are déjà vu


Copyright©2008
By Nathan Moore and Katherine Downing