209

A day of the most peculiar kind
I never did mind- I’m too far down the line
All my sorrow on the gate
Powering out this bad state
Gone back to the county line
Caught in a Peugeot 209
His motivation is not yet called upon
He’s a victim of his own crime
I came to the turning down the drive
But never arrived, turned straight around
Cold feet, cold on the ground
Footprints could never be found
Gone back to the county line
Caught in a Peugeot 209
His motivation is not yet called upon
He’s a victim of his own crime