Half A Smidge – Calexico – letras

When the evening sun is setting lowBlinding you on your drive homeAnd the lanes of traffic all convergeCausing you to curse every other wordFor to wish it all awayDaily grind’s got your screw strippedNo can of wd40 can fix your situationSeems to be losing steamDream’s been dropped on credit cardsAnd false hope pumping out of your soulLike oil in the gulf it’s a dead endDrive it further deep into the groundTill the point’s dull as your skullAnd the same sun that you cursePowers your hybrid heart homeIf only this car would move half a smidge