Jim White Bound to Forget Lyrics:
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust
storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my
home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr. Trucker
Man, don't slow down in this little town. 'Cause
I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret.
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget. In
the blindness of being, what I was born seeing I
was just plain bound to forget. Yes, I was just
plain bound to forget. Now my tank run dry two
hours out of Tucson by three little crosses on the
side of the highway. Still as a box full of busted
watches, I settle debts with the dead and keep
right on...I keep on keeping on. Pedal to the
metal on the wide open highway. Criss-cross the
high plains of bright-eyed solitude, I tailgate a
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truck-load of tabula rasa...'til my mind go
clearer than the highway west of El Paso. Guess
I'm traveling faster than the speed of regret.
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget. In
the blindness of being what I was born seeing, I
was just plain bound to forget. Yes I was just
plain bound to forget. Now, 24/7 in the end my
friend, gotta go at God's speed, no never relent,
lest the soul-sucking, sneaky-deaky, belly-aching
past like a ssssnake in the grasssssssss
ssssstrike and bury your assssssss. So keep your
eyes on the prize on the distant horizon. Be wary
of the wind and the bad moon rising. Knowing in
your going, somehow, some way, that you'll out-run
your shadow...yes you will, one fine day. 'Cause
you're traveling faster than the speed of regret.
What I was born knowing I was bound to forget. In
the blindness of being what I was born seeing I
was just plain bound to forget, yes I was just
plain bound to forget.
Lyrics: Bound to Forget, Jim White [end]