Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

ive got a painting in my head
(one that will not soon fade)
of twisted metal and broken glass.
they say it all will fade in time,
but its tattooed on our hearts,
and its showing in our eyes.
"wake up, so i can tell you about my bad day"
now i hear a voice from behind,
and it says "why dont we take our time tonight,
cause we dont want another one"
now the same fog is rolling in.
i grasp the wheel as my heart races.
what a way to start the new year
[ Wake Up Lyrics ]