Smith-Level

Will you start the movie?
So I can see the moment
Dark and late and blurry
That I can't recall was me

A blank stare for the faces
I marvel at the places
That I would not set foot down on
Again in this life

Now the devil guides me on
Down Carolina roads
As the darkness greets the dawn
I head for home

Will I cry to spirits?
Blood on the horizon
That I strain to believe in
Since I was young

Is there some direction
That we should take the car in?
We are driving too close
To places I was born

Now the devil drives me on
Down snaking vines of road
When we laugh and sing
It drowns out everything

Friends are few who stand by you through the darkness in your life
But there are those who drink with you and make it seem alright

There's gravel in your mouth hole
And Neil Young's on the radio
And slamming on the brakes will
Freak out the birds

A touchdown for my rival
Is christened by a spider
Whose misty morning web spread
Across my door

And the devil heads back home
As I fumble for the door
And all my shit is scattered
On the floor