Reacharound
Music: Evatt/Kerr/Roberson
Lyrics: Pool

Reacharound, look what I found
Gotta get it while you can so come on down
And do a reacharound, hear what I say
When it's coming round behind you just to make your day
It's a reacharound

Well I'll tell you right now it's a mystery to me
How this could have happened so accidentally
I as hangin with the boys just a singing this song
When from back behind the alley someone tried to get the <edit>

Reacharound, look what I found
Gotta get it while you can so come on down
And do a reacharound, hear what I say
When it's coming right behind you just to make your day
It's a reacharound

And you might feel dirty or it just might make you smile
It'll bring new meaning to erectile
It's so different and it's special as you try to make a friend
When it eases up beside you when it's coming 'round the bend

Reacharound, look what I found
Gotta get it while you can so come on down
And do a reacharound, hear what I say
When it's coming right behind you just to make your day
It's a reacharound

It was the Summer of Love, and we were easing into fall
The Caucasian Boys were playing in the house behind the mall
We were feeling kinda daunted like there's nothing good between us
It got lively in a hurry when they grabbed ahold of <edit>

Reacharound, look what I found
Gotta get it while you can so come on down
And do a reacharound, hear what I say
When it's coming round behind you just to make your day
It's a reacharound, look what I found
Gotta get it while you can so come on down
And do a reacharound, hear what I say
When it's coming round behind you just to make your day
It's a reacharound
It's called a reacharound
It's called a reacharound

It's time to take my leave
But before I go
I'll think of you from this lifetime on
She's not my city
Her streets mean nothing to me anymore
And the more I think about her
It makes me sad, makes me blue
'Cause this is no place like home.

She’s burning it down
And even the ashes will burn away
Without a sound
Long ago there was nothing left to say
And she’s leaving
But she’s breathing
Again

She’s taking the steps
Of a choice she made a lifetime ago
She’s made a mess
Now shes the only one who can find the way home
And she’s leaving
But she’s breathing
Again

She’s been trapped behind glass
So long that she’s blind and dumb
She’s carried the past
So long that she needs to come the long way home

I'm been living in your air
Don't let me change, don't let me change

Do you remember me
Not this me but the me I used to be
While I've been living in your air
I've been dying inside
Don't see what's too easy to see
Remember the man I was and not the
Way I seem to be
Reject the way I seem to be

Sometimes I can't stand the man who walks in my skin
Sometimes I cry that I can't find a way to do him in
Sometimes the pictures are the only way I remember who I really am
Don’t let me change

It’s a long road from one small misstep
One day you wake up and wonder just how much of you is left
Is the mirror who you are or just what you’re paid to be
Do you like the face, can you stand that place
You can’t see the truth from here
Lying is just self-defense, and weakness and fear
Learning to be shallow, vapid, soulless and callow
Help me put me back together the way I was

Three a-m she calls, I don't need to hear her voice and I know it's her. "So watcha doin?" Watchin' the Playboy Channel. It's three, I'm asleep.

"You're funny," she says. "I thought I might come over. You know, like old times."

"This is great," I think. You are the last thing I need now or anytime.

"Oh, don't be like that. Just let me in, it'll be great."

"You know I'm lonely."

Her words just hang there and I'm just awake enough to make the mistake.

What you want to do? Tell me what you're gonna do. So what could you do?

Taco trailer, sitting across the road
Taco trailer, heavy from the taco load

Taco trailer, got two flat tires
Taco trailer, full of desire

Taco trailer, I think you've got my happy place inside
Taco trailer, where Mexicans and happiness ride

I know I've been down, and I sure got the blues
I feel like I've worn out my last pair of shoes
But I know that tacos and enchiladas too
Is coming from the trailer full of love to you
That's right

Taco trailer, I think you've got my happy happy place inside
Taco trailer, where Mexicans and happiness ride...

Taco trailer, always roll along with me
Taco trailer, hauling all my troubles away

I know I've been down, and I sure got the blues
I feel like I've worn out my last pair of shoes
But I know that tacos and enchiladas too
Is coming from the trailer full of love to you
That's right