The Golden Years of Dutch Pop - Golf Cart (Demo) Lyrics

You were on the back porch
I was in the hall
You were sitting pretty
I was bound to fall
You took all my problems
Made 'em feel so small
But I was never really
In control at all

And I try
Three years on and really nothing's what it seemed
And this lie
Seems to have awakened something deep in me

Golf cart, kicking up stones on a gravel road
A false start, future somewhere sleeping 'neath them coals
A broken heart, but not the only one you've known
A new part to play in the great show

And high time
'Cause waking up at noon is slowly killing me
It's sublime
When paranoia's code for seeming shit they don't want you to see

Golf cart, kicking up stones on a gravel road
A false start, future somewhere sleeping 'neath them coals
A broken heart, but not the only one you've known
A new part to play in the great show