Black Out Lyrics

Black Out

sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it`s closed on weekdays, shut for good
pick out no one when you`re talkin`
felt like rattlesnakes were walkin`
no one has a clue

the parting shots, the thin caught
fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
a spastic grass, a criminal`s child

count to ten and read
until the lights begin to bleed
lights; til you actually a-see the rays
and your thoughts they start turning
tells you lessons that you`re learning
no one has a clue

the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
i need to know
where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find?

(fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)
(it`s gonna set you free)