Holy Pinto - Texas

I found my heart at a truck stop
In a Flying J cooler
With a couple bags of ice
And cigarette filters
Just wishing all the bad bugs would die away
It's Christmas Eve in east Texas
Another van sleep
The cashier at the station takes pity on me
And offers up a place to stay
I'm watching slideshows of lovers
While lions chew on the bones of those who would be King
On their fickle crowdsourced thrones
The music doesn't seem about music anymore
I'm just trying to find my voice again
That's why I get lost in this silly nomad thing
And I am heading north for New Year's Eve
Somewhere near Chicago, to find a place to sing
Alex's floor is calling me

Written by:
Aymen Saleh

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