We’ll walk these streets till the lights come on
Take a detour through the long road

We’ll stretch our necks up starin' at the glass
Grabbing our shoes just to make sure were stuck to the ground

We’ll talk in parks till we reach the dawn
Takin' off all that we load

Well fetch far enough to make another pass
Grabbing out to the news to show what we've found

Where we are, where we are. Oh where I want to be.

So far away from home, and I’m happy.

Where I go, where I go. Oh where I should be.

So far away from home, and I smile

Who we are, who we are, oh who I ought to be

So far away from home, and I laugh

Who I am, Who I am, oh who I could be.

So far away from home, oh where I need to be.

You are my broken dream

You contain all what I need to get where I want.

You hold the broken metal and glass together.

Your make me go to my own breaking point.

To hold all the broken hearts.

You made me contain myself in this broken self.

We are broken together no matter what.

Wash my car and wash my hands, I’ll go wherever I land.
Roll down the windows, play the music loud.
This is where we are
Let’s have a ride on this road, find a place to just leave a note.
Lookin’ out far ahead , never forgetten’ where I’ve been

My patience has been broke by now
Sitting, listening, waiting,
Fixing a problem to start a new one
Waiting and listening and sitting to fix my patience
It’s all broke by now,
Broke my ears
Broke my legs
Broke my chairs
No longer fixing the patience
Patience is not a virtue
Patience is a law, and laws are meant to be broken
I’m all broken up but I’m relieved some how

I wish it would stay dusk forever.

I want to stare at the pale blue sky and watch it darken as black crescendos into its color.

The sharp orange glow softens the day to night, contrasting shadows above the houses and onto their cul-de-sac streets.

Young boys playing in their driveways as their back packs strew across their darkening room.
Little no-see-ums stream across the orange fuzz brightened white and swarming into their groups just in front of their faces.

I want that warm summer hugging feeling to stay wrapped around my back as I stare away from the orange ball.

That smell of dirt and grass as it fluffs into the air, thickening into my nose only fuels that wish.

That itch from mosquitos is a welcoming hand shake from the dusk.

I want it to stay dusk forever.