Paroles: Tyler Hilton. The Tracks of. When It Comes.

I study up my hollow
Piece of wood to follow
A day that doesn't come to the lucky

And I realize there's tomorrow
But I would rather wallow
In the rain then moods that seem so pot-lucky

Well I'm cruising El Paseo in my off-white coup back ' 65
Or I'm cruisin' down my own street and my hooptie says to me
You better hang on to your bench seat, I'm gonna take you for a ride

And I'll let you know when it comes
When it comes, I'll let you know
But don't stay up for me, don't wait up for me
If I'm not home, yeah

So I wait for fate to find me
A ball of string unwind me
Uncomfortable as a centerfold, yeah

And I realize you're behind me
To help and humankind me
To see my songs can be retold

Well I'll be gone tomorrow, yes, I'm on the road tomorrow
So next time that I see you in school
It won't be for too long

And I'll let you know when it comes
When it comes, I'll let you know
But don't stay up for me, don't wait up for me
If I'm not home, yeah

And I want a leather jacket but only if I have the time
Well, I'll comb my hair like Elvis and grab an old Gretch 59
And you'd hardly recognize me if you saw me from behind

I'll let you know when it comes
When it comes, I'll let you know
I'll let you know, yeah, when it comes
Just when it comes, I'll let you know
But don't stay up for me, don't wait up for me
If I'm not home, yeah yeah

I'll let you know, yeah
I'll let you know, yeah
Well, I'll let you know