Children Stories - 440 Lyrics

I feel like I'm dragging my my left foot for my my gas pedal
Trying to say the same thing about life being less hospitable
Bragging on the Jacket left
A little less then a coat check
Bring me braggadocios
A right check home that's all I need to be winning
A little less then a loss, bearing that upside down cross
Spitting sideways
On the 440 freeway
It's been one of them days
I can't complain
But when it rains
I can't complain
But when it rains
On the 440 freeway
On the 440 freeway

I've seen sober days
But
There is no one to complain to when it rains
They are the hardest to be dry. Everyone's got a complaint
Fighting traffic, the weather is nasty, being late to work
And when it rain it pours & when it rain it pours
I've seen sober days
But
There is no one to complain to when it rains
They are the hardest to be dry. Everyone's got a complaint
Fighting traffic, the weather is nasty, being late to work
And when it rain it pours & when it rain it pours

I don't want to run away from this town
I don't want to run away from this town
That's all
That's all