Old Haunts - Sweet Cobra

Stare out the window and listen

You know what you’re sold

You know this story

Three old friends pack up essentials and head for the road

Eat up the blacktop, bloodwed and thirsty

Chase leads and follow, end up where the earth meets the sun

You’re from the soil, and visit these old haunts and retrace the steps that

we’ve made

No moments wasted despite the short shelf life you’ve seen

Stamped on your shoulder, stamped on your forehead

We spit on these dates and numbers

No moments wasted despite the short shelf life that’s stamped on the shoulder

you’re sold

Eat up the blacktop, bloodwed and thirsty

Chase leads and follow, end up where the earth meets the sun

Yeah you’re from the soil, and we’ll dig our way back

We’ll head for the center, eating up the blacktop

Yeah you ran for glory, with the storm at your back

No moments wasted despite dates stamped on your head

Take in the scenery, collect the memories

Pile up the stories, and re-tell the tales to the young