Текст Parker McCollum – Permanent Headphones

What is this
Nobody knows
Playing a fool
Making nothing my goal

Greasing up the gears with what is left
Never gonna push this through any kind of test
Holding out on the good times, we all know
Digging up dirt just to feel the holes

And yeah, we’re creeping out late just to go insane
Making time fly right through our brains
Change in season is a change in my soul
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones

Like the thunder rolling
We were right out of town
Waiting to be released
You won’t see me around
Walking slowly, down a dusty road
Grandpa’s laughing, he’s telling dirty jokes

And yeah we’re creeping out late just to go insane
Making time fly right through our brains
Change in season is a change in my soul
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones