Dylan Owen - I'm Still Spinning lyrics

[Verse 1: Dylan Owen] So here we go, record playing, stepping into separate ways This one's a toast to the roads that we'll have to take I know it's been a couple years in the making But my head's spinning faster than the ceiling fan's blades As I say I still remember when we chilled in the attic An overdose of dead jokes I think I'm still laughing from Our whispers on the roof of the car that you had If we're doing this, let's do it big as dynamite, imagine that Another fifty years pa**, I mean what I said: Look to the right when it seems like nothing's left Look to the sight of the smiles after setbacks It feels like time flies wearing wings and a jetpack Money can't buy happiness but if I had a million bucks I'd spend it on a million things to help me get my feelings up Thanks for the everything, the clichés, the keeps Thanks for the running rugged road at my feet [Hook: Dylan Owen] Now it's time to leave behind the things you couldn't get to me And now it's time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories” Man, I gotta make sure this one's turning gold ‘Cause this one's one for the road And so I'm singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me Now it's time to scream out a “thanks for the memories” There'll be nothing like you at the place where I go So this one's a toast to the road [Verse 2: Dylan Owen] So here we go, destination: I don't know, wherever's waiting This one's a toast to the roads that we'll soon be taking This one's an ode to the faces that'll change Take your blueprints and throw ‘em away And let me tell you that I think our names are still written underneath the bleachers I think that Molly's still got a lot for her to dream of I've seen the parking lot, it's still vacant with relief The Pink Sombrero Bandits weren't taken from the scene But imagine that the world ends and I'm still spinning Faster than a carousel of memories that never finish The road's a skinny place, you might not fit But if you've never had hope, let that sh** out of your system ‘Cause I'm getting sick of being lonely on your lawn Throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the morning Stop, if you think that you can fiddle through this song Of life. It's like the road the way it keeps moving on [Hook: Dylan Owen] Now it's time to leave behind the things you couldn't get to me And now it's time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories” Man, I gotta make sure this one's turning gold ‘Cause this one's one for the road And so I'm singing loud, I gotta leave behind the things you never said to me Now it's time to scream out a “thanks for the memories” There'll be nothing like you at the place where I go So this one's a toast to the road