Bermuda Highway - Rayland Baxter

Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces

Wondering why their bodies go to silly places

Walking past the carpet mills looking in and taking stills

Your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway

Oh, don’t carve me out and don’t let your silly dreams

Fall in between the crack of your bed and the wall

Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement

Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement

Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame

Maybe I’m to blame for his short bitter fucked up life

Oh, don’t carve me out and don’t let your silly dreams

Fall in between the crack of your bed and the wall

Oh, don’t carve me out and don’t let your silly dreams

Fall in between the crack of your bed and the wall