BEN BOSTICK

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

When I met you yesterday

Didn’t need you next to me

Am I the kind that you expected me to be?

 

It’s getting a little warm

Crack the window please

 

I’ll pump the gas if you run inside

Grab a couple tall boys and a honey pie

 

Yesterday is far away

And tomorrow you’ll be gone

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday

 

Ten million people, maybe more

Out on the highway in a dusty storm

Two lonesome losers in a stolen dream

Headed straight for nowhere in a suicide machine

 

If you see you the lights flashing

Push the pedal down

 

Over the border they can’t get us there

Between the two of us, we’ll make it if we share

 

Yesterday is far away

And tomorrow you’ll be gone

Wasn’t supposed to go this way

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Thursday