"Roadrunners" lyrics

As the roadrunners roam the yard
Between every parked car
The clouds roll across the face
Of the Organ mountain range

Reminds me of the pain I cause
From never staying too long
Lord knows best
I'll never change

Drain this flask so damn fast
And wash away all these sinful stains

If you could match the feeling
Of torturing these lungs
Then we could stop time and make it seem
We'd be forever young
But it just seems you can't match
The feeling of this nicotine
Or the wind song through the mountains
Being sung

As we take a waking breath
From a night of a drunken mess
The thoughts we lost in the dark
Seem to rush back in a lighter spark

Of that first morning cigarette
The memories are swept
In a mental replay
So stark

Racing through my memory
It's taken every ounce of me
To claw my way out of the dark

If you could match the feeling
Of torturing these lungs
Then we could stop time and make it seem
We'd be forever young
But it just seems you can't match
The feeling of this nicotine
Or the wind song through the mountains
Being sung

If you could match the feeling
Of torturing these lungs
And I'd quit my running from
Only the good die young
But it just seems you can't match
The feeling of this nicotine
Or the wind song through the mountains
Being sung
The wind song through the mountains
Being sung