“Pine Street”
[Intro]
Yeah…
Mm-hmm…
Late night on Pine Street again…
Streetlights buzzin’, ash on my jeans…
You know how it go…
[Verse 1]
So what’s up on Pine Street?
My blood ain’t been right, man, we need to meet
Been draggin’ my boots through the edge of town
Tryin’ to keep these hard thoughts down
Sorry-ass Miles did me foul
Talked real slick with a crooked smile
Fifty bucks short and he vanished fast
Like smoke from a match that was never meant to last
He better thank God I was raised with grace
‘Cause anger still burns underneath this face
I could raise hell if I wanted to
But I let the night air carry me through
[Pre-Chorus]
And these old neon signs keep hummin’ low
Like they know every hurt I don’t let show
[Chorus]
I need that icky sticky, gooey red and green
Something strong enough to quiet what I mean
I don’t mind stoned, but I’d rather get high
Watch the whole world blur beneath these tired eyes
So quit actin’ distant, quit driftin’ away
You been movin’ like a ghost these days
If you’re ridin’ through town, then don’t pass me by
Bring some bud around for this guy
[Verse 2]
Back porch creakin’ underneath my chair
Night wind heavy like a whispered prayer
Dogs bark somewhere down the block
And the clock keeps draggin’ ‘round the clock
Everybody got debts they hide inside
Everybody got scars and a crooked side
Mine just talk louder after dark
Like old train tracks through my heart
Miles still duckin’ every call I make
Probably knows exactly what’s at stake
But money ain’t really why I’m mad
It’s the disrespect that cuts this bad
[Pre-Chorus]
And the moon hangs low like a burnin’ coal
Shinin’ on every restless soul
[Chorus]
I need that icky sticky, gooey red and green
Something strong enough to quiet what I mean
I don’t mind stoned, but I’d rather get high
Watch the whole world blur beneath these tired eyes
So quit actin’ distant, quit driftin’ away
You been movin’ like a ghost these days
If you’re ridin’ through town, then don’t pass me by
Bring some bud around for this guy
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m just tired…
Maybe I think too much…
Maybe these empty pockets
And lonely nights hit rough
But Pine Street knows my footsteps
Every crack along the road
And every soul that wanders here
Carries some kind of load
[Breakdown]
Streetlight flicker… cigarette glow…
Radio whisperin’ soft and low…
One more hit… one more song…
Tryna find where I belong…
[Final Chorus]
Yeah, I need that icky sticky, gooey red and green
A little peace wrapped up inside a dream
I don’t mind stoned, but I’d rather get high
Leave this whole hard week somewhere behind
So if you still got love for an old friend’s soul
Then quit disappearin’ when the nights get cold
Pull on up and kill these lonely blues tonight
On Pine Street underneath the lights
[Outro]
Yeah…
Underneath the lights…
Pine Street…
Just tryin’ to feel alright…
