Saw her name on the back of a truck.
The letters are fading now,
the paint's graying now,
and covered in mud.
Rubbed off when you open the door.
And I swear I've seen your face before.
And your dark hair, your dark skin,
your dark eyes never let me in.
And I'd know that taste a mile away
a far too familiar sting
Catch your tears in your lap
because it's never going to happen
in eternity
Strangle love with a guitar string
Looking back two years away
Saw her name on the back of a truck
This is the first time,
But it's not the last time
I give up.
On the stage is where it's free.
And I'll scream for what it's worth.
Like a rag between my teeth
Because this is really, really going to hurt.
The Rag Between My Teeth - On the Soap Box
