Pavement Black Out Lyrics

Sunday driving past your own hall of fame
It's closed on weekdays, shut for good
Pick out no one when you're talkin'
Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
No one has a clue

The parting shots, the thin caught
Fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
A spastic grass, a criminal's child

Count to ten and read
Until the lights begin to bleed
Lights; til you actually a-see the rays And your thoughts they start turning
Tells you lessons that you're learning
No one has a clue

The gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
Wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
I need to know
Where does it go? how do I get there? what will I find?

(fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)
(it's gonna set you free)