The Front Bottoms - Outlook

Young American mechanic
Turns his back on blood and spreads open his chest
There's no point in being high and mighty
Broken down on the side of the highway

You followed your path and it led you here
Now you do your work in a neighbor's driveway
Pictures still hanging from her rear-view mirror
Distracted by a past so far behind

You've got the power
To drive around here
A hundred miles an hour

And I am not impressed
Any more
Or any less

And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good right there like that
Let's mark that down

Usually we'd have to go down to Georgia
It's unexpected though so we take care of it up here
You know that I would go anywhere for you
If I got the news no one wants to hear

It breaks me up thinking back to last Wednesday
It breaks me up thinking that's how it goes
Will this be the last time it happens
Close your eyes
No one knows

What a thing to happen on your birthday
Offering shelter from the attack
I believe once you go to the doctor's
There is no going back

You've got the power
To drive around here
A hundred miles an hour

And I am not impressed
Any more
Or any less

And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good right there like that
Let's mark that down

And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good right there like that
Let's mark that down

That feels good
Let's mark that down
That feels good right there like that
Let's mark that down

Same old story, so distracted
That I drove right past the exit
Circled back to learn a lesson
And I still got a couple questions

In my heart
There's a hole
And I fill it up with smoke
I got no control
Just get old
And I watch it take its toll