Carridale
relapse in the river city
These solid yellow lines divide my mind like the streets they ride. Iâm sorry but Iâm getting out tonight. It seems my lucks run out in this old graveyard town by now, and its time for me to be dipping out. Iâm jaded, Iâm wasted. Itâs a relapse in the river city, a break down in the heart of dixie. So come one come all. Iâm leaving everything behind to sing these songs. Iâll be back next fall, but I wouldnât count on me to stick around for very long. This summer came and went and I got lost in the thrill of it. Now Iâm tearing up at the in seam. Iâve got to find my way, and yea it hurts to say, because this place used to mean so much to me.