I followed sweet music into the mountain
I sat in the tree to try and catch lightning
But I only felt most alright
When my bed was the backseat
No sunlight, no headlights
Nothing flying by
No leaving behind what's
Trapped, still, and lonely
No looking at yellow lines
No not knowing where to turn
So takeover the helm in shifts
Ignore me and let me drift
Into somber slumbers of bliss
I'll know when I get there
Don't knock on the window
Just keep the wheels spinning below
I'll know when I get there
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
I followed sweet music into the mountain
I sat in the tree to try and catch lightning
But I only felt most alright
When my bed was the backseat
No sunlight, no headlights
Nothing flying by
No leaving behind what's
Trapped, still, and lonely
No looking at yellow lines
No not knowing where to turn
So takeover the helm in shifts
Ignore me and let me drift
Into somber slumbers of bliss
I'll know when I get there
Don't knock on the window
Just keep the wheels spinning below
I'll know when I get there
