Midway
Midway to salvation
Heading south on highway one
A bit delirious
From all your hours of 101
Fog and never ending coastline Must drive slow
Don't fall off the cliff
Beautiful though isn't it
Pain like a supernova
In my head and chest
Making me continue on
Despite best judgment
Or friendly lodging passing by
So down I-5
The song on the radio
Somehow describes
Exactly my life right now
It must happen to everyone
Once in their life
Stop in LA no San Diego
I know a hotel there
Hotel Maryland
We get there remember
It's pretty much a crack house
But by then I'm too tired to care
Wander the streets
Too tired to sleep and anyway
There's a big hole in the bed
Downtown pre-rebirth
Like a skyscraper
That everyone got bored
Of building halfway through
Went to the beach
To drink and surf
And turn leathery in the sun
No thanks
I'm getting out of here
Back to the desert again
It will be different this time
It will be different this time
Cause the old me is dead
And the new one
Sleeps all the time like a baby
Midway to salvation
Heading south
A bit delirious from
Hours and hours of 101