Up On the Interstate
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When I'm Not Myself
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Timeless
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Up On the Interstate | When I'm Not Myself | Timeless |
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If we were in Wyoming in 1890
There’d be a long line of cowboys behind me
Hats in hands to ask for your hand and that’s the truth
If we were in New York in 1952
There’d be heads turning all down Fifth Avenue
Just for the chance to get one glimpse of you
You’re timeless
Like a Cabernet on the wine list
Like your grandmother’s diamonds
Sparkling when the sun’s shining down
You’re timeless
Never thought that I’d find this
‘Cause you’ve got the finest
Kind of loving around
If we were in Paris in 1685
Walking in the gardens of Versailles
I bet Louis XIV would ask me to get your autograph
If we were in Rome in 70 BC
I think Cupid would pretend to be me
Just to be the guy who gets to try to make you laugh
You’re timeless
Like a Cabernet on the wine list
Like your grandmother’s diamonds
Sparkling when the sun’s shining down
You’re timeless
Never thought that I’d find this
You’ve got the finest
Kind of loving around
That’s the thing about being a classic
You’re never gonna go out of fashion
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Timeless
a good old fashioned love song
If we were in Wyoming in 1890
There’d be a long line of cowboys behind me
Hats in hands to ask for your hand and that’s the truth
If we were in New York in 1952
There’d be heads turning all down Fifth Avenue
Just for the chance to get one glimpse of you
You’re timeless
Like a Cabernet on the wine list
Like your grandmother’s diamonds
Sparkling when the sun’s shining down
You’re timeless
Never thought that I’d find this
‘Cause you’ve got the finest
Kind of loving around
If we were in Paris in 1685
Walking in the gardens of Versailles
I bet Louis XIV would ask me to get your autograph
If we were in Rome in 70 BC
I think Cupid would pretend to be me
Just to be the guy who gets to try to make you laugh
You’re timeless
Like a Cabernet on the wine list
Like your grandmother’s diamonds
Sparkling when the sun’s shining down
You’re timeless
Never thought that I’d find this
You’ve got the finest
Kind of loving around
That’s the thing about being a classic
You’re never gonna go out of fashion
Up on the Interstate
life and regret in a rust belt mill town
My footsteps break the silence
Echoing off the windowpanes
This town’s a victim of violence
And only memories remain'
One day I walked past the old steeple
And thought about never turning back
But burning up a decade’s worth of diesel
Would only have my lungs turning black
Some days I sit up by the bridge
And dream of the things I never did
But up on the interstate
Nobody’s slowing down
They’re blowing right past this town
Like it ain’t even here
Up on the interstate
They’re gunning for their dreams
While I’m breaking at my seams
Just counting down the days until I disappear
Sometimes I wonder if they watch me walk
And feel sorry for the state I’m in
But I know they just make fun of the way I talk
To forget we share the same colored skin
Sometimes I go sit up on the ridge
But feel like the water under the bridge
But up on the interstate
Nobody’s slowing down
They’re blowing right past this town
Like it ain’t even here
Up on the interstate
They’re gunning for their dreams
While I’m breaking at my seams
Just counting down the days until I disappear
They never asked me why
They just passed my by
They never asked me why
They just passed my by
Up on the interstate