Track 8 of the album Flooded Lot · 2016
Stall in the Church Lot
“We used to sneak into the church lot on Sunday nights in my dad's old car. The engine growl you hear is mostly the bass amp.”
hard rock · groove rock · southern sludge · 3:22
Lyrics
Empty lot on Sunday night Dad's old car, the engine's tight Clutch is a mystery to me Left foot shaking like a leaf Kangaroo hop, one more time Stall it out and I don't mind Stars come out above the steeple Nobody here but me and the gravel I stall, I stall, I try again Round and round and round the lot I stall, I stall, I try again Learning to go is learning to stop Mirror, signal, deep breath in Gentle gas and here we go Rolling slow across the white lines Feeling bigger than I know I stall, I stall, I try again Round and round and round the lot I stall, I stall, I try again Learning to go is learning to stop One more lap, one more lap Keys in my hand, the road is mine One more lap, one more lap Not so scared this time I stall, I stall, I try again Round and round and round the lot I stall, I stall, I try again Learning to go is learning to stop Round and round and round the lot Learning to go is learning to stop