Everybody's on their way to heaven
Everybody's gotta die to get there
Everybody knows
The only way to go is to set up a private show
Everybody lies to stay together
Still, everybody tries to stay together
Meet me on the road, the only thing I know
I've gotta take for us to go
'Cause I'd rather not drive
'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I'd rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I'll have fevers in my dreams
Everybody's waiting on the weather
Trying to set up a private show
Waiting on the Sun
Driving to the pilot for their candy and their guns
Everybody wants to keep the lights on
But everybody doesn't have a choice
Everybody knows
The bus to Hampton roads is where you're gonna lose your voice
'Cause I'd rather not drive
'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I'd rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I'll just see you in my dreams
And I'll see you at my see you at my show
And the more that I know
The more I can control
And I'll see you in shimmering light
Saying: Hey little mountains, I finally found you
I'm finally alone
Come on, let's go
