Letras
He stopped in Memphis
He was heading south
They said Head over to Dusty's
And that'll help you out
Cause it never changes
But you won't leave the same
Something's alive in the stillness
A picture in a frame
You hesitate
But if these walls could talk
They would just tell you to stop
What if the clock you keep racing
Is only killing the time?
What if letting the dust collect could correct all of the mess in your mind?
Is it impossible?
The wallpaper faded
All the carpets worn thin
He'll let his clothes dry on the line
When he's back from a swim
He's turning the pages
And he's closing the book
The breeze shakes the trees through the window
And he doesn't turn to look
And now you see
How it all brushes right off
When you take a moment to stop
What if the clock you keep racing is only killing the time?
What if letting the dust collect could correct all of the mess in your mind?
Isn't it possible?
He stopped in Memphis
He was heading south