Saltash luck

Man I wonder - you spent the summer south
riding bikes instead of punching time clocks.
If voices said go to Colorado - it's such a scenic place to end a story.

You'd been waking up to shit
stood in the background watching.
Couldn't tell what was in your head
you didn't say 'cause you don't like talking, no.

You, idling and counting steps left to go.
You got your radio more the days go by, more the static drones.

Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through.
I remember you couldn't get inside.
It's a long way home.

If I'm out your way I'll stop someday think
I heard someone say out West on 55.
Ask why, ask what for.
I blame it on your Saltash luck,
your twenties, and North Dakota.