Letra de Poison Ivy

In this van so far from home
I'm sorting out my problems
So far from home ain't
I always these days
There's busted blues
And busted graves
Busted faded yellow cabs
Tennessee your far from me
And gave her away
I could've just brought her home
1940 say where she belongs
And me, with me
Wasn't obvious my sidewalk
My desk is a steering wheel
Never stuck serve caught in the eyes
And now in the alarm
And i like waking up confused
About just where the hell I am
I like sorting out my troubles
While im far from home
It takes some of the attention
Off of me, then I suck it up
I can come home and i complain
Yahoo
Phone call just brings memories
And none of them are good
I walked thirty miles
To a foreign town
Just wishing I was invisible
But I think I'm getting better
Cuz I don't wish that i where dead
And I got things that I can say
I'm looking forward to
Lookin forward to
Lookin forward to