Let's hit the streets tonight
and forget these shit town lights.
Just light a smoke and crank the radio.
Because the asphalt's clean
and the highway's pure
and the rearview mirror is crowded with regrets
hearts headed towards the farthest place from home.
These two hundred miles past campuses and malls to liquor stores and seedy bars and dancing halls where we first met in the in between in every liars truth that you believed. Let's blur them all with one more round of drinks. One last round on me because this might just be the last time that we're here and we turn our blood to wine. Holding on mourning every day gone by too long throwing flowers on your tomb we're lost mourning all the days behind.
