Crooked Wheel

I got a tattoo of a melody

I got the lyrics done in custody

I did some wrong

But now that’s gone

Inside my mental penitentiary

 

I’m just looking for a deal

And a way to make you mine

Think you better take the wheel, when you drive me

 

I’m no marksman but I shoot a lot

There’s not a battle that I haven’t fought

I don’t know what you took me for

But I’m never going back

Don’t let your preconception throw you off

 

I’m looking for a plan

And a place to park my van

 

Turn up the radio radio

Looking for a feel

Put the pedal to the metal

Take my crooked wheel

 

I lived a lifetime in a cheap motel

Underneath a portrait of a hookah shell

I carved my name

On the window pane

And sent my conscience right on back to hell

 

I am looking for a lake

And a place to park my brake

 

I leave the light on and I nurse a beer

Watch the lightning and I persevere (insincere, disappear)

There’s a nagging pain

And it feels like rain

Just keep pretending that you want me here—do ya?

 

I am looking for a line

And a way to call you mine

Humble Humans

Humble Humans is a Digital Maker of things in Asbury Park, NJ.