Bo Armstrong - Wearing Out These Wings

Well I filled up on diesel
'Bout two hours east of El Paso
Over the road
With a drop-and-hook load out of Tulsa

There's a scratch off ticket
Sitting next to your picture
We always joked you'd take all of the winnings
Run off in the night
And take to the skies
Leave me down here in between  

Wearing out these wings
Mile after mile
Flying right into the wind
Two pawn shop rings
And your innocent smile
That I don't have the strength to forget
I'm just spinning these wheels
Riding that line
Don't give a damn where it leads
I'm just wearing out these wings

I dropped in on a friend 
Off Interstate 10 in Fort Stockton
She keeps plenty of company
But I like that she's someone to talk to

She always remembers
And asks if I miss you
I ain't sure what I say
But Lord, how could I tell her
'Bout the years that we had
I can't ever get back
I just roll till I can't feel a thing

Wearing out these wings
Mile after mile
Flying right into the wind
Two pawn shop rings
And your innocent smile
That I don't have the strength to forget
I'm just spinning these wheels
Riding that line
Don't give a damn where it leads
I'm just wearing out these wings

Just wearing out these wings
Just wearing out these wings

Written by:
Bo Armstrong, Brian Phillips

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