The time zone's expiration
Starts another round of deja vu
If we can keep the sun above
We just might make it out of the blue
The roads are black at midnight
Eyes are red and raw and open
We've all been spilled across the land
But we still pick each other up now and then
See you when it feels right
Do you know what it feels like?
Covering ground again
See you around to keep from sinking
It's only 8 hours from here to the mountains
We can stretch our money thin
Living out of gas stations, it's all ephemeral
But we can make anywhere our own
The sky is red and wide and open
It's all beautiful if you look close enough
We're all just visiting as strangers
In someone else's hometown
See you in the sunrise
Do you know what it feels like?
Covering ground again
See you around to keep from sinking