I'm taking just one of my favourite friends. The tank is full. 

And we'll be giving in to the highway's pull.



(Oooh, oooh.)



I'll try to think things through, 

but I'll be thinking way too much of you. 

How you stick to plan 

though at times it's best to just play the hand



But I'm talking about cards 

while the past comes in on broken wings 

to crash in your backyard. 

And I'm picking every syllable apart 

in those breathless conversations 

that I've memorized by heart.



(Oooh, oooh.)



The engine screams. 

I'm drifting in and out of dreams. Soon I'll be consumed 

and you'll be back at the top of my room.



(Oooh, oooh.)



The road is stained. But any day 

now, the quiet rain will clean our path. 

And leave your name 

in solvable math.



But patience never was my trade. 

And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly clichéd. 

When doubt has built a nest inside your head 

all the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed. 

But make no mistake… 

It's hard to think that common sense 

won't pick a fight with consequence. 

When fall soon breaks, know that I won't be around no more 

when you find what you're not looking for in me 



(Oooh.)