Letras
From SeaTac to Oakland with bad airport wine
Well Fran is in the fire but she's texting that she's fine
We're all getting out but there's no where to go
Running out of water our reserves are getting low
But the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the puddles as if everything was fine
the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the gutters as if everything was fine
The ash of the trees it coats my hair in tears
Halfway through oregon we met a fatal dear
Fire keeps on coming it's a thousand mile fog
I hit the road but it hit back the roadkill of us all
But the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the puddles as if everything was fine
the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the gutters as if everything was fine
Flat tire in Redding and it could've been worse
The car just keeps on running it's a blessing it's a curse
Traffic rushing by me on that old I-5
Still gotta text Carolyn about today's high
But the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the puddles as if everything was fine
the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the gutters as if everything was fine
California cotton fields are running on my right
The air's still dust and fire and we're fighting the good fight
Tonight we play north hollywood the barflies all in black
We're making sense of something on the wrong side of the tracks
But the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the puddles as if everything was fine
the lonely hits your stomach like it's cheap rotgut wine
Making raingels in the gutters as if everything was fine