On My Page

Battle the turnpike, in through the film light, at war with the moon
Tim sleeps through the fm, lightly dreaming
With an ink pen halfway in his hand
Johnny wakes from the truck buzz
Wearily fallin’ out of love with seeing anything new

I feel it too, except all of the time, I’m crying in the rear view
I ain’t someone you want around you
Often do I use my feelings to paint my mood
Yeah I get sidetracked
I ain’t someone you can count on to have your back
At least not the way you’d want me to

Fell asleep on the drive back with bugsy
Steering trying to make us laugh to keep us all awake
In the backseat in a raincoat, lulled by the engine
And the shadows always moving to my right
Do you feel it too?
Like your the only one trying to level with your own blues

I’m trying to be on your page
But I’m the only one who always tends to feel this way
If you love me you’ll give me a break, won’t you?