Storyline
Written by Luke Walton
Copyright Luke Walton all rights reserved

All alone in a crowded place,
Small talk is all we sing.
With a smile just draped across your face,
A smile’s all you bring.
 
Tryin’ ta fit the storyline,
Kow-towin’ the rusty sign.
Turnin’ my back on empty streets,
Take this five times and repeat.

Woulda known from the look in your eye,
The skin was where it ends?
Shoulda seen from the sky,
And not rounded the bend.
 
Tryin’ ta fit the storyline,
Kow-towin’ the rusty sign.
Turnin’ my back on empty streets,
Take this five times and repeat.
 
Dead air from the side from inside of you...oo.
But I tried, yes I tried, just to get thru, to you.
 
Tryin’ ta fit the storyline,
Kow-towin’ the rusty sign.
Turnin’ my back on empty streets,
Take this five times and repeat.

Tryin’ ta fit the storyline,
Kow-towin’ the rusty sign.
Turnin’ my back on empty streets,
Take this five times and repeat.
Take this five times and repeat.
Take this five times and repeat.