Year Three, Week Thirty: “Transmission”

Lyrics:

You know me, I drive the backroads
Lighting out wherever I please
Where they’ll take me, ain’t nobody knows
Like old Skynyrd, call me the breeze
Can you hear this transmission

I came upon a circus tearing down
A woman put my hand on her hip
She said you can ride with us to the next time
But only if you know how to crack a whip
Can you hear this transmission

Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you
Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you

I ain’t the type of man for taking chances
At least that’s what I tell myself each morning
But here I am, falling for these strange advances
A day becomes a year without a warning
Can you hear this transmission

Praying at the old time revival
Singing like I’m singing for my soul
What else matters but survival
What else pays like rock and roll
Can you hear this transmission

Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you
Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you

Might be I make it home by autumn
Or maybe not until the Winter Ball
If I keep swimming one day I’ll hit the bottom
I ain’t got no home at all
Can you hear this transmission

Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you
Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you
Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you
Coming through, coming through
This transmission is for you

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