there was cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details. we left them all behind
we left them all behind. there was a place for there was a time for
we arrive to leave again
there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. i know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to me hungry
exhausted and alone. direction is a point
direction is a purpose
destination is a reason to live.and this makes a heart beat. this could be any day
this could be any year. this could be any stage
this could be any city. all that matters is we're moving on. the roadside graveyards pass and we escape
we escape
we escape
we escape repeating. and this construction of a nation building up
and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again. trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past to escape those pasts