|
CASUAL DREAD
|
So I'm moving out of nothing town, this spirit's restless inside of me.
|
I'm tired of working in my family's grocery. They say there's much I've
|
yet to see. See my mother had the soul of a story teller. And she passed
|
those demons down to her daughter's head. And it's sir I will and sir I
|
would, put me down for some of that casual dread. Driving at the back of
|
this truck for what seems like hours. Feel I know the driver like the back
|
of my hand. 멌ause I been making up stories of his life, like right now
|
what he's saying to his wife. And his stickers say he supports the navy
|
and thinks love is grand. Well I do too so thoughts of you break his story
|
to remind me of the last time you were in my bed. And it was sir I will
|
and sir I would put me down for some of that casual dread. And oh, you're
|
invited to the table. Yes, your choice tonight is famine or feast. Well
|
step on up to the table. You see the wine it might be bitter, but the
|
sacrament's still sweet. I've been thinking about my lives and where
|
they've brought me. SO I asked a teacher for some living bread and he said
|
Child the best lesson you could ever swallow is that this life is the one
|
that's living, all the other ones are dead. Well, I've never seen a
|
gravestone of mine, but I hope each life was defined by and epitaph that
|
read, She was sir I will and sir I would put her down for more of that
|
casual dread. I뭗 like a little more of that. Some glad morning when this
|
life is o're
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
CASUAL DREAD
|
| Jennifer Nettles Band |
