Here we are
Burning up in our cars
And in our hearts

Better days
Sleeping late, with a headache(?)
Perfect weather

Congregate
Lay in wait for an answer
They’re still waiting

With your tea 
Lucky states(?) as the day breaks
The blind are leading the blind
 [bad word] 

Better
Better days with a headache(?)
Perfect weather
(repeat)

? lights(?)
? go dashing(?) the highways
Nothing’s moving

Radiate
Everything lasting for ?
If that were ?

Lover’s lips
Drinking(?) me at the station
Smiling pictures

?
Wiping your face in whatever
There’s an answer
 [bad word]