Flobots - By the Time You Get This Message...
lrc by Jermen
By the time you get this message
I will be behind the wheel
Watchin" dotted yellow hexagrams
Stretch into the dark
Left hand surfin" on iced tinged winds
Chewin" up a cardboard box
Singin" at lung top, one stop
Left "til I meet you in the concourse
St. Louie, encore, do we have a shot?
Caught, no dwellin" on the thought
What the hell we haven"t got
So I"m headed from the dot to the spot
Where your plane touches down
For a six hour layover
Don"t say a word, I found it on the map
Calculated it just a half a day to get from
Where you"re not to where you will be
My hair is filthy, I"m drinkin" coffee
I can barely feel the trace
From the only time you kissed me on the face
Question mark, space
I know you"re with me underneath the star-scape
