Tracing from Last Companion by Max Gowan

I hug the guardrails on the road sometimes
I skim the sides now, get my racing stripes
I’ll stick the landing or I’ll learn to fly
Took me up so high, nearly lost an eye

No one believes me, what I saw that night
No conversation could explain it right
I turned a corner, saw a great big light
Took a stranger up to the world above

I can see your shape tracing through the air

But when you’re right, you’re really right I’m not getting any higher
It was a trick, it was the light it was something in my mind’s eye
I need a gun, I need a prayer maybe i could see a pastor
But when I talk, it comes out wrong like I’m telling you a lie

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