Rodeo-QTY

Every rodeo comes to an end It's the inevitable, there are bandages On every road, a gas station It's the distance between them, that's miles per gallon Well how far from where I've been? And how long until it's comfortable? A rough patch isn't even that I'm with my person, my very own person My dark thoughts turn to bar talk I'm with my person, my very own person Pocket change on the tarmac An imprint of me walking the length of my footsteps I grew up, I was liked less I had a drink I had another I got over it Well how far from where I've been? And how long until it's comfortable? A rough patch isn't even that I'm with my person, my very own person My dark thoughts turn to bar talk I'm with my person, my very own person Someone you can count on Someone you can trust in Who takes you at your worst and They never care how often First there was bewilderment Followed by second guess A trinity of tourist trap Looking for monument That's five dollars at the door Saw hexagrams heard curse words That's seven hours sleeping towards An eight hour day at work! Rough patch isnt' even that I'm with my person, my very own person My dark thoughts turn to bar talk I'm with my person, my very own person Rough patch isn't even that I'm with my person, my very own person My dark thoughts turn to bar talk I'm with my person, my very own person