Some Bullshit Escape letra

Some Bullshit Escape


Called in sick for work
said the fevers getting worse
There's a lot of that going around
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic
It's getting colder in the evening

I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars
I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account
stuck the money in the glove box

I drove away on Monday
I couldn't say where I was going to
It's just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
driving amorously down aimless interstates
searching for queues
Yeah for you

And I don't know where you are
I guess I haven't looked to hard
because I'm afraid that I might find you
IS it special where you are
Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
Is it anything like Omaha

I called in sick on Monday
I was already of the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
The fever bite me, yeah it bite me
But I been sleeping and taking things
I think I've got it beat...

The Good Life - Letras

• A Dim Entrance
• A Golden Exit
• A New Friend
• After O'rourke's, 2:10 A.m.
• Album of the Year
• Always A Bridesmaid
• An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord
• Black Out
• Don't Make Love So Hard
• Drinking With The Girls
• Early Out The Gate
• Empty Bed
• Friction!
• Haunted Homecoming
• Heartbroke
• I Am An Island
• Inmates
• Needy
• New Year's Retribution
• Night And Day
• Notes In The Pocket
• O'rourke's, 1: 20 A.m.
• Off The Beaten Path
• On The Picket Fence
• So Let Go
• Some Bullshit Escape
• Some Tragedy
• The Beaten Path
• The Competition
• The Moon Red Handed
• The New Denial
• Twenty Two
• Two Years This Month
• Under A Honeymoon
• Waiting On Wild Horses
• What We Fall For When We're Already Down
• You Don't Feel Like Home To Me
• You're No Fool
• You're Not You
• Your Birthday Present
• Your Share of Men