thank you, nowhere

[ a song for driving ]

i don't know where to begin
we're being worn thin
from wearing our souls pinned to our sleeves
i'm sick of living in this house of sin
you're finished, half diminished
and we don't know what to take or leave

the lights are fading
stop the film and let the scene be cut
grab your keys and
let's hit the i-90 pavement ruts
blinking yeild lights
at 3rd street intersections
moving somewhere
aimless with direction

because we know where we're going
it's how to get there neither of us is quite sure about
it's so hard not knowing
so i honestly don't know what i would do without
the midnight conversations
talk a couple hours about the truth that we still haven't found
there's room for contemplation
so let's put on another record, end up on the other side of town

it's hard to justify
when everyone takes off their disguise
to show who they truly are, which is less than true
and you realize that their actions
were all based on lies and wonder why
you let it go so far, i know because i went there too

and it's hard to believe
that it's just beginning
wheels to concrete
as the world keeps spinning
but we've gained a stronger foothold
some form of faith
some form of control
and it seems we're finally winning

we know where we're going
it's how to get there neither of us is quite sure about
it's so hard not knowing
so i honestly don't know what i would do without
the midnight conversations
talk a couple hours about the truth that we still haven't found
there's room for contemplation
so let's put on another record, end up on the other side of town

as the streetlights
reflect off gray sky
and the asphalt
flies by like our lives
new revelations with each roadsign

i can't always promise good weather
but i can sure as hell be there for you when life kicks you in the face
so take my hand and let's go
together we'll rise above it all and blow this sorry place
for midnight conversations
talk a couple hours about the truth that we still haven't fount
there's room for contemplation
so let's put on another record, end up on the other side of town

[ 6.12.02 ]

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