There's a couple of types of silence - on a highway drive
One is the peace we used to hear - the other is the deafening now
You're like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again
Too many bugs on the windshield - can't see the road ahead
When was the last time either of us - were not afraid to let go of the wheel
You're like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again
Relentless frustration
I want a vacation
I'm tired of this movie
I wanna write a new one
The trail that's been left behind - is never really far away
The neon flash of the rear-view mirror is constantly stealing our attention
You're like a perpetual shaving cut, opening up again