The Roundabout - Ryley Walker

Written by：Leroy Smith/Ryley Walker

There's no instance

In conscience or convenience

Even though you stand

On heavy shoulders

I'll take the roundabout

Cause I like to see St. Jude

Again and again

Hands folded in prayer

God do you write prescriptions

God damn my signature is fake

I'll take the roundabout

Cause I like to see my house

Number four number five number six number seven

And number eight

And I'd buy you a drink

My credit is quite sh*t

We can all laugh

And have tap water

My friend laughs

Cause he thinks he's having a daughter

You can find me at the round about

And you try the passagenger door

Aw sh*t man it doesn't even work

And you cry like you've never seen water

Come to think of it

I think my dad wanted a daughter

You can find me at the round about

Where every lotto ticket

Wins you ten dollars

Inside city limits

That don't even buy cigarettes

You hit the back road

You grab a carton

Lean into my shoulder

Wearing an old man's coat

Couple more badges and a ten cent stamp

Will you love me at the round about

You can find me at the round about