Everyone asks me about the simple things in life.
As if it really matters.
With all this hate surrouding,
I'm alone, hidden from the world.
Biding my time to watch and wait, as lives unfold.

Spinning around.

I've forgotten what it's all about.
Little miseries, broken skies.
Clawing my way out from this hole I've made.
Ash, dirt, and broken bones.
The future is bright now, ready for the taking.

Now they're waiting for the night lights,
Shining bright, we're getting somewhere.
We have a long way to go yet.
Hanging around, watching the world at bay.

The backroads have never been this quiet.
A drive-by lost in the undertone,
a flickering of radio.
Morning comes while night grows old.

I want to be with you for a thousand years.
And maybe I could have prepared you,
for the calamity ahead.
Yet, we may still have a chance.
As we hit the road, and wave goodbye to this town,
the people and places we call home,
Our destinies spin on satellites and falling stars.
Make a wish, and hope you won't burn out.

Now they're waiting for the night lights,
Shining bright, we're getting somewhere.
We have a long way to go yet.
Hanging around, watching the world at bay.

I guess that was our first mistake.

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