Brake lights, in two infinite rows, converge in a line Disguised as the way home Ignoring your signs I idealized in my mind, it's why You slipped right through my fingers
New life poured out of your lungs A simple idea, but spoken in tongues That I'll try hard to decode While passing the time on the infinite drive Back to the place you came to arbitrarily refer to As the center of the start I'll be back in your heart Better get used to the concept
You slipped right through my fingers
The signs say nothing at all And time, I watch it slow to a crawl The signs might be a lie But for you, well I'll drive and drive and drive and drive and drive
