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Soon we’ll melt into the crowd
But it’s just the two of us here now
When the plane lands and the ears pop
When the day starts and the night stops
The good cuts are just bones to pick
When it’s rolling out the window
We don’t know which way it went
Just like money burns a hole through a pocket
The wheels role over the rocks
And we roll around in the bed of the truck with the toolbox
A sky of flame and thunder
Will set my mind to wander
Over the hills and the sticks
When it’s rolling out the window
We don’t know which way it went
Just like money burns a hole through a pocket
Love notes and letters
They’re not mine to send her
They’re just things she’ll find on her own
Whirlpools and rivers
They’re not mine to give her
They’re just there to lead her way home
When it’s rolling out the window We don’t know which way it went Just like money burns a hole through a pocket
Produced By Roy Gurel
Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals
Roy Gurel – guitars, bass, percussion, vocals
Gilber Gilmore - drums
Dan Brantigan - trumpet
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roy Gurel at Roiki Productions in Brooklyn, NYC
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364) Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)