Tom Budz - White Lines

Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke
Hour nine on my drive to get me back home
White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics
You might change your mind but I know I won't
I won't be the first one to get this question wrong
My crime at night time is thinking too long
But bad news becomes the blues if you sing it in a song
So there's voices and noises all night long
Did I run out of love or did I just have too much?
The water under the bridge was bound to cause a flood
It's the mornings harsh warning that feels like the touch
Of last night's red wine and moonshine still running through my blood
Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke
Hour nine on my drive to get me back home
White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics
You might change your mind but I know I won't
A love of the ocean or a fear of the land?
Love the comfort of bed or just too tired to stand?
You're living life like a game. Playing hand by hand
For the thrill of adventure, or too scared to plan?
Broken glasses and rooms full of smoke
Hour nine on my drive to get me back home
White lines and red bricks, Hotels, punk classics
You might change your mind but I know I won't
You might change your mind but I know I won't
You might change your mind but I know I won't

Written by:
Thomas Budz

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