Midnight Wagon - French Wine

The sound of my alarm
Isn't enough to wake me up
After a long night of staring
And talking to myself
About Esther and Peter
Matthew and John
And the skeletons in my closet
I don't wish to dwell upon

I climb out of bed
And pour myself a glass
Of the finest chardonnay
That I could get my hands on
But I can't shake this feeling
And the things I can't fix
So I sit here in silence
In this old motel six

As I sit here, alone
In this old motel room
I fixate on the TV
And the programs it cycles through
All the late night ads about
Sex toys and ladders
And as the TV switches
To a man, smiling on a trampoline
He's there with his family
Their smiles gleaming
A low rumble
Of a man's voice takes over
And it's stuck in my head
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider
Low rider

Written by:
Ian Garrett, Nick Holman, Torrey Voisin, Trevor Speight

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