Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
At least that's what they insist,
But it traps me inside a lane,
I can't get out of the crawling traffic,
Let's get out of the car,
Roll down your windows,
Escape into the ditches and cleverly hidden cabins of forests.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.

Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
But I like to think there's something more,
Perhaps a trail that leads thousands of miles away from where you started,
You'll pass by three legged deer and struck down trees,
Nothing you will pass will ever be familiar,
Like seeing through new eyes every mile you make alive.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.

Under the moon and stars,
Their shadows draw moving picture photographs across my chest,
Opening it up to let me play a song for you,
How is it that the sunrises have turned so colorful,
And how is it that your eyes change every time I fall deeper.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.

There's a place in the stars,
Where I can find a new galaxy,
It calls me to trust you,
So my hands start bleeding ink,
In my mind I'm beside your drawn lines,
And I'm chasing that feeling down.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.

I put my heart inside your fridge,
Left it there for you to find,
It's in the very back corner,
I hope no one else see's it,
Cause what I have is only for you.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.

I left my hands inside your mother's car,
So I can sign my care for you,
Grab onto them if you're ready,
When you're ready,
I'm here for you to fall on when you're down.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.

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If I'm to be honest,
I'm starting to trust you,
And with trust comes a feeling I enjoy,
It's your companionship that I long for,
Nothing more.
But could you forgive me if I brought home a stray dog?
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of meat?

And the morning welcomes new thoughts,
While the night ushers them out the door,
Because without the sun,
I'm just me. Just a son.
Not a mask,
Not a man.
Just a son.
Hoping to meet you tomorrow.

I'll take it to the sea,
The reality of myself,
And could you please listen to me,
I need to know If you're alright,
Nothing less,
But could you forgive me if I brought home a black cat,
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of marrow?