this day's seen better bars

we're almost home

we'll drive all night

to this town that pulls my heartstrings

my heart's beating out of my chest

and no one's listening

so tonight we ride with our flags held high

out the darkness and into the light

to the horizon

out of the grasp of the storm

if we never make it out alive

and if we never make it home

if we get lost in this arizona desert

you'll be the first to know

jonathan

when will this highway ever end

you're freaking out

on the side of a mountain miles from prescott

you say we'll make it home

but i tell you

bet not

and it feels it's getting harder

holding my head above water

like sheep led to the slaughter

sometimes i wonder why we even bother

with every mile closer to the horizon

another mile farther from home

and on the phone is oklahoma

saying

you keep sending postcards

i won't go changing while you're gone

jonathan

when will this highway ever end

you're freaking out

and i think it's safe to say that we both know

we're almost home