Screen歌詞

Cigarette smoke dances back in the windowAnd I can see the haze on the dome light.I'm conjuring ghosts on a forty-hour ride home.And they keep asking me what I'm doing with my life,While my cousins go to bed with their wives.I'm feeling like I've fallen behind..Well the highway won.I'm listening to traffic reports,One on one, coming quietly undone.I was born to run away from anything goodAn escape artist's sonWith sun-drenched pavement in my blood..The first thing that I do when I walk inIs plan a way out for when sh*t gets bad.And I've been looking for tears in the screen door.in the screen I've been waiting for another disaster..I'm terrified like a kid in the sixties,Staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall.It's all a lie, what they say about stability.It scares me sometimes,The emptiness I see in my