Lyrics
we drive through every state where the countryside looks the same and all the towns have the same names. and we grow used to the way the sun hits the cornrows through the backside of our windows and how the worn yellow lines look on the interstate. and yeah it's alright 'cause baby i think for the first time we might be able to say, "we're fine." to get out and to stretch so wide and to hear the cracking of bones so deep inside. and to know and not to fear the day when we will die, and understand that, yeah the road ends, that yeah the road ends. and like the long worn road our existences become synonymous with missed chance after chance...and the music is over but the record skips but we continue to dance. dance. dance. dance. dance. dance. dance. dance. so we keep moving on a road that soon forgets. and we'll drive into nothing just to say that we were there. and we took our hands off the wheel. and we continued to drive. into pointless repetition, of hours into days, into weeks, into months, into years, into lifetimes, of lies, we can't foresee, of lives, we can't foersee, and are we content, to watch from the back seat?
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