you you were the seed that grew from nothing out of the ground those trees raise aged hands toward heaven high their fingers stretch for the sky but they cast dark shadows into a darker night singing songs forever never ending into nothing past the reach of the headlights theyre old knotted and wise and they catch the wind grin avert their eyes from meeting mine and suck those secrets deep inside we used to whisper in one anothers ears but those oaks have secrets that stretch back for years and now they hold the key selfishly to the wind on which to fly we set you on the highway like a memoir to some feeling we were trying to portray with absolutely no story or significance whatsoever well your mind races on the open road as the time ticks by said you know ive got a girl back home and i can picture her livin her life its the simple things that you think about on those late night drives like im going to bed shes waking up alone and i am fine do you believe in the fairy tales your mother read to you at night can you still go there when you need to to that place inside your mind cause i do sometimes i swear to god its as real as the hand i hold in mine and those fairy tales told you magic happens with the rising of the tide so when the sun sets in the sky and the moon reflects the light that pull the waves over my eyes i close them tight and pretend that im going to live forever until i know that i am right you can catch the wind youve just got to try and were all as infinite as the lines that pass by on the highway these trees on the sides they are wise but theyre stuck beneath the pavement i dont want to be stuck beneath the pavement theres got to be a way to breathe without being stuck beneath the pavement you were a seed that grew from a crack in the highway but those fairy tales i swear they kept you alive and i just want to hold onto that shine theres got to be something that shines bright from those tree limbs we play mix tapes of love songs about loss and travel no i mean we play mix tapes of lost songs about road trips and being young i mean we play mix tapes of travel songs about love and lost loved ones i mean im lost the atlas threatens bold out on the open road and dares us to count the cost it taunts beckons time ticks by seconds of life that screams its lost change is subtle and you change a lot with the seasons but home home does not these roads always lead me back to the city but the miles find me forgotten and the trees raise weary hands for high heaven and dig their roots into dead soil and rot but a shining aligning star gave birth to your bedside tale and every night i sing you to sleep whether you know it or not i play for you i pretend that youre there in the room listening like you know that im giving all ive got you know your mind it races on the open road you start to daydream when youre sleeping alone we live outside of your mortar and stone and your whispers and secrets that you claim as your own you know ive got a girl back home and i can picture her livin her life its the simple things that you think about on these late night drives ive got a letter going back to the city shes wakin when i close my eyes pretending that im gonna live forever until i know that i am right 