Making months into minutes, I forget how fast I move
Knowing the engine won't last if it never gets the chance to cool
The whole ride home from Baltimore
I scanned the floor as not to see what pa**ed
I've watched so many
Run to the edge of the world just to
Find they never wanted to leave
(Dying slow)
And as they faced the ledge
They finally got the chance to breathe
We tried so hard
To send the daylight back to sleep
But the night has fled
And it's time to leave
So slice myself in two
Just to leave her with a little piece
(A souvenir)
For all the promise ahead
There's just as much in the rearview mirror
The engine moves and I call to you, I'm alone
It's been said, 'The boy's not right in the head.'
So don't bet on his impoverished venture westward
Straying far from comfort to find
California's gold already mined
And she's still waiting behind for you to come home