it's 97 miles to toledo
the fresh asphalt gleans an opaque glow as the
rain pours down
i'm chasing demons now
while the devil rides shotgun while fate is
wrapped in plastic and tied up in the trunk
chasing demons
passing the memories that jam the slow lane
it's 97 miles to toledo
i wonder.... did i forget to close the regret?
wouldn't want any rodents getting in while i was
gone
did i turn the love off?
or did i let it simmer
until i return?
it's 97 miles to toledo
the devil, he tells me
everything is
gonna be alright in the morning
just toss that body in the lake and let your
worries take it on down
chasing demons into the dark
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