slow dancing with san andreas

the heat coming off of the highway

makes the mountains out in the distance

look like they're shuddering;

look like they lost themselves in a moment

they hate remembering. i know the feeling. i want you to know

i don't feel so alone

i'm slow dancing with san andreas

scared to death i won't walk these streets again. if we fail are we collateral damage?

did any of this make a difference?

these snow drifts haunt the dakotas

like they're ghosts crawling on the freeway

looking for a resting place. looking for roadside memorials

crosses and roses

a makeshift grave

a place they could fade away. i want you to know

i don't feel so alone

i'm slow dancing with san andreas

scared to death i won't walk these streets again. if we fail are we collateral damage?

did any of this make a difference?

i'm drowning in shallow water. i'm singing through the lump in my throat again. if i'm given a voice but i don't say a thing

is that blood on my hands?

my grandfather drove a city bus

so maybe all this wandering in circles

comes from somewhere in my blood. my grandfather drove a city bus

so maybe all this restlessness

this discontent

this constant search for progress is in my blood

i'm slow dancing with san andreas

scared to death i won't walk these streets again. if we fail are we collateral damage?

did any of this make a difference?

i'm drowning in shallow water. i'm singing through the lump in my throat again. if i'm given a voice but i don't say a thing

is that blood on my hands?