You were attached to your Civic sedan
Although the brakes always needed repair
You were headed out to buy some supplies
You could smell the threat of rain in the air
I can only see the scene second-hand
I can only try to understand
How a small amount of pressure in the right place
Breaks the strongest link in the chain
In your car with your head in your hands
The far end of the Walmart parking lot
Trying not to buckle under the strain
Every single night after prime time
Loud enough to hear in your sleep
The salesman in a lot half a mile from here
Yelling from the hood of his Jeep
"I'll take anything that the others won't
I can see the value where others don't!"
Just a small amount of pressure in the right place
Two fingers to the temple of my head
In your car with your head in your hands
The far end of the Walmart parking lot
Trying not to buckle under the strain
Striking a bargain with the imp in your brain
Prepared to take another knock for the short game
But you can ask any veteran running back
Eventually your joints complain
You were headed home at 80 miles an hour
With your fingers sweating under your gloves
Everyone deserves a little light in their hair
Everybody needs to love and be loved
That's what all the people say anyway
I can save my thoughts for another day
Maybe a small amount of pressure in the right place
Anything to help with the pain
In your car with your head in your hands
The far end of the Walmart parking lot
Trying not to buckle under the strain
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