the finale is foggy
let'***** the road
trying to get under my skin but
unaware that I am unaware
of your current state of mind
retracing those colored lines
get a grip before you get caught
a solo runaway
to the home at the bottom of the trees
familiar names appearing on the billboards on the interstate
we're under the same stars, but
you see a cloudy canopy
I see every wish a person fought for
hours pass, but the hands stay still
avoiding unnecessary encounters
never running out of ideas
never running out of time
He loves you, but there's somebody else
stuck in a revolution
state trooper on my tail
and I won't chase it until I fall.