The Attached Outsiders - 277 Lyrics

Your head leans to the window
Your eyes seem soft and warm
As we hit the road going back home
The sun starts to drown under the grey Texas sky
With my hands on the wheel
I'm starting to feel like the day we first met
Where I still smelled like smoke
You used to hate those cigarettes
After I played my punk rock shows
Now I'm on 277 where the road is more than a line
With you next to me
Right where I belong
Your eyes start to open
As we head past Del Rio
And you seem happy that we're getting close
To the place where we first met
Where I still smelled like smoke
You used to hate those cigarettes
After I played my punk rock shows