Lyrics

The old man hit a sweet spot and a crack just big enough appeared
He snuck through the back screen door to heaven
He felt freedom could never compare to
Relief in a life spent beggin'

I fell asleep between two photographs in an in-flight magazine
Woke up to one heavenly dream
Of a money clip that I played with with my initials carved in it
You watched the race while I quietly sit, tryna imitate a nervous tick

So wound up
You came off cool as a hand shake
I was sittin' on a bar stool
So wound up

In youth the glory goes to the loud mouth
Loves to shout like he knows just what it's all about
No clue no clout
No backbone to back it up so he backs out
Should of stayed in the boat
But he didn't
Now he hates what he knows

So wound up
You came off cool as a hand shake
I was sittin' on a bar stool

I fell asleep between two photographs in an in-flight magazine
Woke up to one heavenly dream
Of a money clip that I played with with my initial carved in it
Watched the race as I quietly sit tryna imitate a nervous tick

So wound up
Came off cool as a hand shake
I was sittin' on a bar stool

So wound up
Came off cool as a hand shake