"We'll start it over," she said to me
"Take a look in the rear-view
Write down what you see"
We'll start it over. That's what you said
I draw the birds in the book
But the book's in my head
Out in the mountains, the traffic's done
Roll down the window here
And rinse your hands in the sun
"We'll make another; we'll cut the wires"
We put the words in the book
Throw the book on the fire
(We'll start it over)
Drag your paintbrush on the road
Every time you let this go
To keep you from losing your way home
Until you cut the headlights
I think she's driving in circles
I know she's driving in circles
Can we get off the ring road?
I've seen these mountains before
Please let me open this door
I've seen these mountains before