Nostalgia is a car wash
Where you're sitting shot gun
Front seat, lets watch the water run

And then we'll drive
Take a scenic path
Bathe in thorns and roses,
A ****** floral casque
Go back to the place we planted roots,
You're born again, lace up your boots
Feet are locked in, we're on the grid
We're alive tonight, everlasting kid

And if we reach an the end in our road
There's a million places we could go
The oceans breeze, or skinned knees
Graceful angles in the snow
The breaks are locked, the car skid
Iced roads tonight, you alright kid?

A highway has potential
Scenic as the scene of the crime
Big trees and pretty flowers
Don't compare to life lines, kid

And fighting for another breath
Someone heard the voices cry,
Is there a heaven? A god or so?
A hell or what's beneath?
Another empty bed, no sleep tonight
The fire in their eyes went out long ago, kid