Lyrics:

Your self-control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn't everlasting though
Grope for straws you've got to plan this week
Then the crutch dissolves when she’s just too sweet

Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere
Came out to greet the unresponsive stare
Turn green with envy over something you missed
You didn't know what when you fell down in it

Walk on top and you run beneath
The blacktop spreads
The blacktop speeds


Walk on top and you run beneath
The blacktop spreads
The blacktop speeds
Walk on top and you run beneath
The blacktop spreads, blacktop
The blacktop speeds