Lyrics

[Verse 1] Your self-control might be a muscle spasm New direction isn't everlasting though Grope for straws you've got to plan this week Then the crutch dissolves when she's just too sweet [Verse 2] Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere Came out to greet the unresponsive stare Turn green with envy over something you missed You didn't know what when you fell down in it [Refrain] Walk on top and you run beneath The blacktop spreads The blacktop speeds [Guitar Solo] [Refrain] Walk on top and you run beneath The blacktop spreads The blacktop speeds Walk on top and you run beneath The blacktop spreads, blacktop The blacktop speeds