Combing My Hair - Travis

Now people always come around

But they don’t always stick around

I run a comb across my head

I wish my hair would settle down

The clock I see is running slow

The batteries are running low

I run a comb across my head

And it feels the same like it did before

You’re just another first footer across my door

And little less care (hair?) than I had last year

But it doesn’t worry me because I

I have no fear

Here

The car I see is painted black

I’m steering (staring) at the driver’s back

He runs a comb across his head

And it feels the same like it did before

You’re just another fresh fare across his door

And little less care than he had last year

But it doesn’t worry him because he

He has no fear

Here, here

Now people always come around

But they don’t always stick around

They run a comb across your head

I wish my hair would settle down

The clock I see is running slow

We’ve only got three years to go

We run our combs across our heads

And it feels the same like it did before

You’re just another first footer across the door

And little less care than we took last year

But it doesn’t worry us because we

We have no fear

Here

Have we

We have no fear

Have we

We have no fear