Scrap Yard Sprint
Lyrics
Verse 1
He’s up before the sun
But he never went to bed
Eyes like two loose nickels
Hair in a bird’s nest head
He’s in the alley pacing
With a one-track prayer
“Just one more little bag”
Like the sky really cares
He’ll dig through busted boxes
For a quarter and a clue
Scrape a little metal
Like that’s what legends do
Borrowing a lighter
From a guy he barely knows
Then laughing at the answer
When the whole world says no
Pre-Chorus
Hands in the bin
Mind on a mission
Sneakin’ and schemin’
Bad decision
One more lap
Around the block
He wants that fix
And he wants it a lot
Chorus
Next sack, next sack
He’s chasing that next sack
Sleep all gone
But he still come back
Next sack, next sack
He’s on that same track
Junkyard king
With a broken backpack
Verse 2
Seen him “help” in daylight
Then vanish with the tools
Swear he had a plan once
Now he’s making up new rules
Turning over couches
For a button, coin, or stash
Like every cracked old doorway
Might turn into cash
He’s talking to the pigeons
Like they owe him change
Wave one hand at traffic
Then forget his own name
Living on the sidewalk
With a grin and a cough
Running on a rumor
He can’t quite shake off
Pre-Chorus
No sleep, no seat
No clean white line
Just a hungry little thought
On a loop inside
One more round
One more try
He sees that sack
When he closes his eyes
Chorus
Next sack, next sack
He’s chasing that next sack
Sleep all gone
But he still come back
Next sack, next sack
He’s on that same track
Junkyard king
With a broken backpack
Bridge
He’d be funny if it wasn’t
Such a ragged kind of race
With a hundred tiny losses
Written all over his face
Still he shuffles like a legend
In a coat two sizes too small
Laughing at tomorrow
Like tomorrow’s got no call
Final Chorus
Next sack, next sack
He’s chasing that next sack
Sleep all gone
But he still come back
Next sack, next sack
He’s on that same track
Junkyard king
With a broken backpack
Next sack, next sack
He can’t shake that next sack
Daylight fades
And he circles back
Next sack, next sack
He’s on that same track
Still out here
With a broken backpack