We'll keep singing our song under bright stars
Like the broken light from old antique cars
Well sometimes we forget just who we are
Comin' down this dusty road, it feels like we traveled so far
But I'll keep tellin' you that we'll make it through
And it will all get better today
I keep tellin' you that it'll be okay
Cause i know i want to make it that way
We'll be singing let us become antiques in the fray
We'll keep singing our songs from our bed
Cause we've got dreams to take out of our head
And set into motion in our lifetime
Because finally found the perfect tempo and rhyme
But I'll keep tellin' you that we'll make it through
And it will all get better today
I keep tellin you that it'll be okay
Cause I know I want to make it that way
We'll be singing let us become antiques, old & gray
Fate is something we can make a plan to escape
Colonize in a far away land they have yet to take
Though those places are few, yes I know it true
There's no amount of searching I wouldn't do
To find somewhere to run away with you
We need to let our roots soak in the wild
We need to get out of this place for a while