Sitting on top of steep,
steep hills
I lay matching tall, dry grass
I'll burn Tulsa down
if you push me aside But to the one that loves me best
I'll put you in a funeral line But until then I must request
Please don't push me aside
Cause I can't still drive these streets blind
I can't still drive these streets blind
I can't still drive these streets blind
Well,
looking down that street below From a window
above the magnolia tree
Well, this is how I remember you
When you push me aside
But I can't still drive these streets blind
I can't still drive these streets blind
I can't still drive these streets blind
Knock it, knock it away
Knock it,
knock it, knock it, knock it away
Oh, knock it, knock it, knock it,
knock it away
