Passing Through A Screen Door

Cigarette smoke dances back in the window And I can see the haze on the dome light. I`m conjuring ghosts on a forty-hour ride home. And they keep asking me what I`m doing with my life, While my cousins go to bed with their wives. I'm feeling like I've fallen behind. Well the highway won. I`m listening to traffic reports, One on one, coming quietly undone. I was born to run away from anything good An escape artist`s son With sun-drenched pavement in my blood. The first thing that I do when I walk in Is plan a way out for when shit gets bad And I`ve been looking for tears in the screen door. D` (tears in the screen door) I`ve been waiting for another disaster. D` (another disaster) I`m terrified like a kid in the sixties, Staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall. It`s all a lie, what they say about stability. It scares me sometimes, The emptiness I see in my eyes. All the kid`s names I?ve ever liked are tied to tragedy And I don?t want my children growing up to be anything like me. I`ve been looking for Tears in the screen door. (tears in the screen door) I`ve been waiting for Another disaster (another disaster) But I was kind of hoping you`d stay. I was kind of hoping you`d stay. I keep a flashlight And a small knife in the corner of my bed stand. I keep a flashlight and the train times, But you wouldn?t understand. How could you understand? Jesus Christ. I`m twentysix. All the people I graduated with All have kids, all have wives, All have people who care if they come home at night. Jesus Christ, did I fuck up? I`ve been looking for Tears in the screen door. (tears in the screen door) I`ve been waiting for Another disaster (another disaster) But I was kind of hoping you`d stay. I was kind of hoping you`d stay. I was kind of hoping you`d stay.