Summer Happened Wagons East! Lyrics

How many times?
Have I traversed these tired streets
Traced the faded yellow lines
With enough revolutions per minute to last a lifetime
Whispered cries of fragmented asphalt
Groaning with contempt
Longing for a life, a life less habitual

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths
Clutching at our memories, most will never last
With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light
We may never see the road ahead
(We haven't got the sight)

So accelerate the daily grind and watch the hours fly
Collared shirts once crisp and clean
Now sag with all the weight, the weight of all this grey
A slave or sorts, bound in great green chains
Choker held tight by a master called tomorrow But I can't understand wasting the best years
Just to enjoy the ones so close to the end

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths
Clutching at our memories, most will never last
With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light
We may never see the road ahead

So open up your dreary eyes
And gouge them out with crimson regret
So many chances you have missed
So much time has slipped right through your fingers....

We spend our days, tracing beaten paths
Clutching at our memories, most will never last
With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light
We may never see the road ahead
(We haven't got the sight)