Ona Ribbon at the Line

Little white man in a garbage can
Full of medicine
Like a rabbit he ran to the interstate Crossing three borders in less than a week Speed limit signs, five dollars a piece That's a heavy price
For a low key man, sorting all the matter all the time Racing to the ribbon at the line
Little white lady is tucked in her church Reading the catalog to find out her worth
It was all she had
Her husband grew older and farther apart They'd meet back at dinner
And break down the parts of the old machine Like it was part of the plan
Searching out for everything divine
Racing to the ribbon at the line
All I see and all I know
Is it worth the cost in the daytime to be around you Was it a whisper, or maybe a thrill
Throw two rugs on the floor to beat around
Like I was some kind of man
To take one on the chin and be suffice
Racing to the ribbon at the line
Racing to the ribbon at the line
Racing to the ribbon at the line