ALL YA GOT IS HISTORY
Carpet reeks of failure the bedding reeks of same
A hundred miles from nowhere and I can feel her blame
I was her way out she was my salvation
Then someone cast a doubt about the merits of sedation
Nothing gets you nothing promises are not guarantee
A past without a future all ya got is history
Ceiling streaked with nicotine and 50 years of lung disease
Pulling back the curtain there's nothing much as far as I can see
There's no glory in battle but damn I hate to miss a fight
When high ground keeps on shifting it's hard to say who's wrong and who's right
Pride is overrated what's the point of dignity
Yesterdays' forgotten all ya got is history
Check the phone again, I'm banking on that call to come tonight
By god, she knows me too well, I'll never make that flight
Wipe the bathroom mirror for a hint of recognition
Through the rising steam I see a ghostly apparition
Tires crunching gravel kicking up the dust
In my rearview mirror sunset painted rust
Skyline motel weekly rates and colour TV
Everything you need when all ya got is history
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ALL YA GOT IS HISTORY
Carpet reeks of failure the bedding reeks of same
A hundred miles from nowhere and I can feel her blame
I was her way out she was my salvation
Then someone cast a doubt about the merits of sedation
Nothing gets you nothing promises are not guarantee
A past without a future all ya got is history
Ceiling streaked with nicotine and 50 years of lung disease
Pulling back the curtain there's nothing much as far as I can see
There's no glory in battle but damn I hate to miss a fight
When high ground keeps on shifting it's hard to say who's wrong and who's right
Pride is overrated what's the point of dignity
Yesterdays' forgotten all ya got is history
Check the phone again, I'm banking on that call to come tonight
By god, she knows me too well, I'll never make that flight
Wipe the bathroom mirror for a hint of recognition
Through the rising steam I see a ghostly apparition
Tires crunching gravel kicking up the dust
In my rearview mirror sunset painted rust
Skyline motel weekly rates and colour TV
Everything you need when all ya got is history
Carpet reeks of failure the bedding reeks of same
A hundred miles from nowhere and I can feel her blame
I was her way out she was my salvation
Then someone cast a doubt about the merits of sedation
Nothing gets you nothing promises are not guarantee
A past without a future all ya got is history
Ceiling streaked with nicotine and 50 years of lung disease
Pulling back the curtain there's nothing much as far as I can see
There's no glory in battle but damn I hate to miss a fight
When high ground keeps on shifting it's hard to say who's wrong and who's right
Pride is overrated what's the point of dignity
Yesterdays' forgotten all ya got is history
Check the phone again, I'm banking on that call to come tonight
By god, she knows me too well, I'll never make that flight
Wipe the bathroom mirror for a hint of recognition
Through the rising steam I see a ghostly apparition
Tires crunching gravel kicking up the dust
In my rearview mirror sunset painted rust
Skyline motel weekly rates and colour TV
Everything you need when all ya got is history
Writer: Andrew de Weerdt, David Camps, George Lund, Keith Rudyk, Peter Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid