Like a big old cloud rolling in, you don't want to get caught in the storm. Time to leave and seek shelter. I've met you before or at least someone like you. Your fun, your flirty and charming. At first. But as time goes by your just a problem. I know you guys over at that table over there At least I've known guys like you, don't think we need to hang out anymore. And you in the truck, you can tell me, man to man here. How small is it? Or is it that you just can't use it right? Or maybe it's that you just don't get the chance to use it? Man drives like that on a public road He's got to be trying to compensate for something, some sense That he just isn't man enough. I'll say "Hi" to your cousin when I hit Northern Lights. That cloud of stupid hits smart people too. One minute your a kind understanding and tolerant type. The next your thinking about hitting people with a big rubber hammer. Or your taking pictures of tourists taking pictures of themselves. Time to flee.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.