You became the best thing in my life,
So I held onto you tight
throughout all the late nights
We could run through the back roads,
Stomping on our shadows, because we're so bright
You were my favorite person this time around
I don't know how to stand these days, weeks, or years anymore

Lay on the rocks and blast some louder heavy metal
Fall asleep with dreams of highways winding through the east coast
We shook from the coffee,
We smiled with the darkest eyes and borrowed energy

People gave us strange looks and we respond with disinterest
No more staying calm
No sleep for days, but we're ******* happy
and it was so surreal,
But we had to say goodbye.

I don't even know where to go anymore,
because every long drive is now just waiting to get where I'm going
Drunk nights and drinking games aren't the same
and I can't seem to find a friendship as spontaneous as ours
I just can't let you go, because I love you so much
But you've gone too far for me to pull you back

and suddenly on a random frequency
my whole family moved
we were in the car
Pa started humming
then mom joined, and then us
in that moment i realized
how safe
how happy
how loved
how satisfied
I am.

We'll drive
Stare out the window
And sing
to each other
Eat terrible food
and laugh
with one another
Gallivant around antique shops
and dream
of life together.

We'll reach the final destination
throw our suitcases
on the bed of our
cheap motel
and kiss passionately
wherever.

Pretty girls
Open roads
Why am I thinking
Of *you?

My whole life I've been lost, and
my whole life they've said, "go home".
I've read enough books and
I've seen more than enough films to know
home isn't always the same place
we retire ourselves to night after night.
So I lay awake -
Is this all there is?

In my dreams, the most beautiful places
in the entire world come alive:
The Pyramids of Egypt,
Grand Canyon,
Even Venice, Italy.
I can taste the adventure,
but I wake into a world with four walls
and no stories to tell.
Is this all there is?

"So travel," they tell me.
"See it all, the big cities and bright lights,
dip your feet in untested waters, go on."
And I've mustered enough courage to
get myself out of bed, to the car
and to brush past all my old friends.
I've got luggage, and a train ticket.
And I've got baggage, and a question:
Is this all there is?

"Board, or go home", the man behind me whines.
"Maybe I'll do both," I mutter,
but I find myself slunk against a wall
waiting for a departed train.
All my life, I've been lost.

Four walls and five words -
and they haunt me every day.
I could travel, I could go home,
but I'd still be lost anyway.
Every inch of the world could be mine,
to touch and to wander.
But what if I had boarded only to find
home was always in these four walls
echoing the same 5 hollow words -
*Is this all there is?