driving down the interstate its 2 am im infinite wondering if i can make this last before it finishes these front porches havent taken down their christmas shit from last year they want more from life if it exists i guess were all looking forward to us shining a couple holidays from now well all be fine when we finally get a chance to walk along horizons or were bored of trying organized and 45 and tired we were shopping mall pilgrims outlaws at yard sales we wrote our names in ash and cigarettes on guardrails so if they do report me missing and my car bails i was 21 the day the engine in my heart failed someday i wanna leave the state move away and gone every wrinkle in my face says im aging wrong wake up in a diner playing 80s graduation songs and start to wonder if my generations days are lost orchestrate the horns tires hit the rain im driving singing prayers that i compiled on the way cause heavens just a car crash away from real life until then ill never know what paradise feels like yeah well everything gets old everything gets dusty everything gets cold until we do it all again without the interruptions and no longer can recognize the houses we grew up in yeah well everything gets old everything gets vintage everything lets go until tomorrow when we find a better way to end the century and suddenly we recognize the people that were meant to be as im driving down the interstate its 4 am im infinite wondering if i can make this last before it finishes is this great stillness all were really out to find is there a pot of gold at the end of the power lines we hopped fences over garage centers and hopelessly lost tenants of the parking lot perspective tired of broken hondas tires that blow up on us someday well grow up and be local rock legends who stopped pretending i dont wanna be that lost convinced my ticket out isn t a scratch off we found hope in a melody it was just a riff the song says theres more to life but its just a myth speeding past the gallery of lights lead me off into the blanket of the night because i would rather crash my car on purpose than grow up to be a person whos unhappy with an accidental life when everything gets old everything gets dusty everything gets cold well finally do it all again without the interruptions and well no longer recognize the houses we grew up in 