Crying On A Tractor

I’ll drop you off
I’ll pick you up
You’ll pour my drinks
You’ll fill my cup

I’ll flip you off
I’ll hold your hand
You’ll fly up there
You’ll help me land

I’ve certainly gone insane
Every night is the same
I can’t change my mind
It’s like this all the time
I can’t change my heart
I wish I wasn’t smart
Then they ask about the art

And that’s when I start thinking
It’s funny, part of me starts walking back
Then kicks up some past that clearly hasn’t passed
The trick’s staying surrounded

You’ll make me smile
You’ll do your dance
I’ll hit the hits
I’d take a chance

You’ll take me out
You’ll bring some back
I’ll stay down there
I’ll stay on track

And I would taste the art

And that’s when I’d start thinking
It’s funny, part of me starts walking back
Then digs up some past that clearly hasn’t passed
A shipwreck that clearly hasn’t happened yet