We both drive home from benton harbor, michigan 

with snow-covered headlights, 

lost the path 

we ended up in strip club parking malls 

i dont know why we didnt turn back 

with the clear headlights run down 90/94 

through indiana's empty promised land 

no one had much to say 

i wish we would have said more 

but we never knew that you wouldnt be here soon. 



i dropped you off in a desert of blue screens 

with computer palm trees as streetlights 

wishing there was on ocean here 

there were once mountains in this place 

all our friends are hiding in tall buildings like retirement camps 

pigeons cant fly away far enough not to freeze 

oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon 

oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon 



from tall buildings we can see illinois mountains fell with me