Drive into the sky until it turns the afternoon black.
Halfway across the state on the day we set the clocks back.
And I don`t know where I`m going.
I follow broken yellow lines.
And I hope this open road can read my broken mind.
This wouldn`t be the first day you left me thirsty.
This wouldn`t be the first day you went your way,
left me empty, dry.
Living in the dark and it`s turned your heart black.
Halfway to the moon since you took your nights back.
I was finished being cool.
I`d unmasked this masquerade.
And you leave me here to clean up all the mess you made?
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