Lyrics Matthew Good Band - Strange Days

Good morning
Dont cop out
You crawled from the cancer to land on your feet
Are you crazy to want this
Even for a while?
Were making this shit up
The reasons for being are easy to pay
You cant remember the others
They just kind of went away
So youre driving, its rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving like slugs
When you drift off to wake up
Do you always hit the brakes?

Were done lying for a living
The strange days have come and youre gone
Either dead or dying
Either dad or trying to go

Its evening, youre tired
You sleep walk, a robot out on the street
Are you crazy to want this, even for a while? youre driving, its rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving backwards
Into a wall of fire

Were done lying for a living
The strange days have come and youre gone
Either dead or dying
Either dead or trying to go
Good morning
Dont cop out