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We know well there's a place that's meant for us There's an etch in the door where she grew up And I know it's a risk, that silver dream But it's pulling on us like the string on a seam Mom's on the porch and she's waving Dad's by her side holding her hand tight I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?" She grabs my hand and we drive And we drive Skip me like a stone, show me where we're going 'Cause I know not knowing is the way we wanted Don't look back 'cause we're driving on a fault line Me and you, yeah, we know it's time that We make love with a world that's out of place Twisted trees on a cold Cali highway Bottle shop in the shadow of the Fenway Bad on time, but we'll never be late, yeah Mom's on the porch and she's waving Dad's by her side holding her hand tight I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?" She grabs my hand and we drive Mom's on the porch and she's waving Dad's by her side holding her hand tight I'm in the driver's seat, I say, "You alright?" She grabs my hand and we drive