Bust My Knuckles
William Ayers
Made a promise to myself
Wait till next year then we'll see how this feels
Over under says looks good on the surface
Bust my knuckles on the wheel
Made a plan just do right by next time
Doing good don't mean doing well
Tummy turning like a race car driving
But if that means something I can't tell
Make a quiet place to rest
Always talking ain't worth making this harder
Tell the truth I don't know the rest
Take your hand and where it leads I will follow