Matt Dubrow & the Captives - Laurels Lyrics

There's nothing else to do
What's done is done
There's no room to turn this cart around
There's no need for getting grumpy
If the road starts getting bumpy
You asked for this when you ripped your feet from the ground
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels
It's a broken record spinning round the same old tune
Of a life that you could have had with her
Love and happiness family and peace
Ain't just things you pick up along the road like treasure
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels
You're a long way from home
You miss your dog
Your bed
Your socks
And your drawers
There doesn't seem to be a soul
That could keep your mind from wondering
Love just feels like resting on your laurels