Broken down in Jackson Mississippi
Broken down in more than just one way
Wiping the sweat from his forehead
Sheriff says you're coming with me today
Unfolding the map out there on the table
Where the cards and the whiskey were the night before
My body willing but my mind it wasn't able
So I'll just show myself to the door
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
The beauty of a sunrise on the highway
Means you've battled off the demons from another day
Exhaling as you roll down that window
The demons in the mirror aren't far away
Measuring my words out on the front porch
Lining all my lies out nice and straight
A knock on the door and my hands are back in pockets
Knowing that this time I'm just too late
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
Getaway Driver - Hands of Time Lyrics
Getaway Driver - Hands of Time Lyrics
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Broken down in Jackson Mississippi
Broken down in more than just one way
Wiping the sweat from his forehead
Sheriff says you're coming with me today
Unfolding the map out there on the table
Where the cards and the whiskey were the night before
My body willing but my mind it wasn't able
So I'll just show myself to the door
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
The beauty of a sunrise on the highway
Means you've battled off the demons from another day
Exhaling as you roll down that window
The demons in the mirror aren't far away
Measuring my words out on the front porch
Lining all my lies out nice and straight
A knock on the door and my hands are back in pockets
Knowing that this time I'm just too late
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
Broken down in more than just one way
Wiping the sweat from his forehead
Sheriff says you're coming with me today
Unfolding the map out there on the table
Where the cards and the whiskey were the night before
My body willing but my mind it wasn't able
So I'll just show myself to the door
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
The beauty of a sunrise on the highway
Means you've battled off the demons from another day
Exhaling as you roll down that window
The demons in the mirror aren't far away
Measuring my words out on the front porch
Lining all my lies out nice and straight
A knock on the door and my hands are back in pockets
Knowing that this time I'm just too late
To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you
Writer: Patrick Jacobs
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