Feels Like

He wondered at the fire on the line
The light pours and the road swell and then he cries
Like the wind and the moon and the sun
If you want it put a shout out on the wind

You were the one that made it stop
Did you feel me

We can boo on the bus, just you and me
On a December day
Shapes shifting in the light falling through the cracks
Days gathering some young girl not yet queen of a dance

It can make him laugh then cry
It can make him feel like going another round
It can make him feel like he should stick around
It can make him feel like this might be the end

And the cold night
Feels like a prison to me

We can boo on the bus, just you and me
On a December day
Shapes shifting in the light falling through the cracks
Days gathering some young girl not yet queen of a dance

They say about me
The red neck rule of society

We can boo on the bus, just you and me
On a December day
Shapes shifting in the light falling through the cracks
Days gathering some young girl not yet queen of a dance