peppercornrent
02-20-2005, 04:00 PM
This is pretty recent, last week. Any thoughts & opinions are welcome, I feel it possibly needs honing a little.
Ta,
CJ
Plastic Jesus
I’m tired now,
Two hours sixteen minutes on the phone –
And not an answer here in view
We tread the same tracks
Why you’re hurt and why I’m cruel; ball-aching
Like we always do
I’ve got two hundred sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now
I was home late,
Sixteen missed calls flashing on the phone –
All of them from you.
It’s getting harder now
I’m running through my mind all that we said
And all the lies you put me through
I’ve got one hundred sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now
Radio up loud,
Songs of leaving home and going home.
When you shouldn’t leave home in the first place.
The window's down,
I’ve got a Plastic Jesus waltzing from the mirror
Just to keep me awake
I’ve got only sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, nothing more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now
Ta,
CJ
Plastic Jesus
I’m tired now,
Two hours sixteen minutes on the phone –
And not an answer here in view
We tread the same tracks
Why you’re hurt and why I’m cruel; ball-aching
Like we always do
I’ve got two hundred sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now
I was home late,
Sixteen missed calls flashing on the phone –
All of them from you.
It’s getting harder now
I’m running through my mind all that we said
And all the lies you put me through
I’ve got one hundred sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, not much more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now
Radio up loud,
Songs of leaving home and going home.
When you shouldn’t leave home in the first place.
The window's down,
I’ve got a Plastic Jesus waltzing from the mirror
Just to keep me awake
I’ve got only sixteen miles left to go
I’m red-eyed, bleary, nothing more to say
I’m not the fool you claim I am – I’m driving back to you
Plastic Jesus don’t you fail me now
Jesus don’t you fail me now