"Action" lyrics - SON VOLT

Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound

Breath on lines everyone's story
Find a spot until the names are called
Times will pull in all directions
Be the barker for the traveling show

15 times from the edge of eternity
Nerves that shake have been chased away
There is a girl that I want to see
On each side of that marching drum

Riding waves of sound
300 mile from Metropolitan
Grapes of wrath all around
Riding waves of sound

Break up the old drug pound story
Tortured soul wears an ego sleeve
Heavy hearts and heavy hitters
Bards disease finds the killing floor

Straight from her two lanes of freedom
Unconquered souls delivered each day
Gasoline junkies feral diesel fiends