all the cars go where the sun was
stations of transparent lives
infinity in old blue jeans i'd live a lie if it agreed
so in the morning, i am not alone
the balledeers all hit their last note
the crowd is headed to the door
adios, that's how it goes a hotel guest a part time ghost
this morning i was not alone
it's not too late for another song
when the drinks are deep and the winters long
but [bad word] still keeps
lets hit the road and leave our names at home
you know that i lose everything i own
we're [bad word] into something new
you know i lose everything i do
lets hit the road and leave our names at home