grey mountains
break the horizon
grey sky opens
all i feel are your tears

and the rearview somehow captures where we've been
and hoping it remembers what we've seen
the darkness is pierced through with high beams
i've been meaning to tell you what it means

but we've been sitting at stoplights in baltimore
seems like living don't feel like life no more
and it's killing you
somehow not so good for me, too

i wanna drive alongside this silent scene
throttle wide, you know we've been practicing
but solidly we're held by red it seems
i don't know if we'll ever find out what it means

cause we've been sitting at stoplights in baltimore
seems like living don't feel like life no more
and it's killing you
somehow not so good for me, too

i wanna feel the road beneath my wheels, hard humming
one hundred and thirty mile straightaways, maybe not today
but revving in anticipation of that day, let me loose let me fly
fresh oil, i will be fine, you need a change of scene and of mind

cause we've been sitting at stoplights in baltimore
seems like living don't feel like life no more
and it's killing you
somehow not so good for me, too

grey mountains
break the horizon
grey sky closes
we drive cliche into the sunset
happy endings, well no, not quite yet
but at least the damn light has turned green





stoplights

BacK


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