Inbred Mechanics
© 1980 The Imports
Running the easy path
Bring it on, brought it with
You did
I did
Didn’t take the time
Seeing when it’s clear
Back from the side roads
Ride a ways
Turn off
Ride a ways, then
Turn off
Circles don’t mind
You know it all too well
Come for the ride
I trusted you blindly
Not that you’re wrong…
It seemed so easy this time
Frustrations left behind
Still…
A mind to mechanical
For—
Where’s the reward?
Hard to say no
Not sure it’s best
Too far gone to turn
Can’t go straight
Still…
Still…
For—
