In its right place Yesterday I woke up sucking on a lemon Tried to say Kid A, kid A There are two colors in my head Right place What is that you tried to say What is was you tried to say

I'm a highway star And everything I love it and I need it Alright hold on tight Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine

Blame it on my youth. If I expected love when first we kissed, If only just for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three. You meant more than anything, All the world to me. If you were on my mind both night and day, If I forgot to

Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah I made everything come

You make me feel brand new I'll never find the words, my love To tell you how I feel, my love Mere words could not explain Precious love You held my life within your hands Created everything I am Taught me how to live again

Panic for a minute Got my brain in a daze I wish you weren't in it There are so many ways To lose your attention You can break everything My mind is on you But so I can take anything If a plane crashed into my room

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter Bone chilling nightfall Early evening sundowns Make nights seem more like borealis dreams My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry Everything I know, in body and soul Look to the river rushing

You used to hold me You used to hold me me me me, yeah Knocked down everything I tried to do That sounds something like me holding you I've known this can make you understand Take my spirit from my open hand You know better than I do

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last