Gas Can
Letter Seventeen
A very bitter account of leaving a job.
Don’t burn the bridge they say
Yet here I stand any way
With a can of gas and a match
In my hand
Thinking how after all this time
Still not sure what’s yours and what’s mine
And neither of us is sure
We can walk away
You say you want to try
But I’m quite sure I’ve heard that lie
Come out of your mouth
So many times before
“It’ll be different this time”
Sounds just like another line
You’re feeding me
To try to make me stay
You think you own me
But I don’t owe you
You think you know me
But I don’t know you
Great song, fine guitar work. Is that a Rickenbaker bass you are playing?
Hooky, great vocals, especially where there are two together.
Really good song, very catchy.. Wife keeps telling me to shut up and stop humming it as we make dinner. MJ