Riding on and Off Peak

Ridiculous creatures
Faulty memories
Chances lost
All our dreams

The world is spinning
Maybe you leave a mark
One you’re born with
Some random shit you caught

You hold on tightly
Maybe you leave a mark
You gotta move
Go one by one
Maybe two
Or a few RIDING ON AND OFF PEAK

Itchy fingers unsteady hands
No desperation
I’ll take my chances
You can’t be a cowboy
In a city pickup truck
Paint it white
Get your gun rack on tight man
It’s all jacked up
It’s so jacked up

One by one
Maybe two
Fourteen or seventeen
Twenty-six
Thirty-two
Forty-nine or fifty-nine
Or just a few riding on and off peak

We want what we’re told we want
We need what we want the most
Like our sons
Our daughters
Our beloved
Our loved ones