Lyrics

On a dusty desert highway Pacific cliffs kiss the high waves The morning sun rips through the clouds And you close your eyes Into a messy morning kitchen Of a mind I've always lived in Same as it always was 'Til the birds start singing on the wire above Like, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright? To get a little stoned and push the mess aside So if you could dream with me I wonder if we'd ever see A gumball in a diamond sky Spinnin' days into nights We're just a beating drum behind a ladder wrung That just wants to hold someone It don't matter who, it don't matter when If it don't work, you're gonna feel that spin Through mountains and roads, and vallеys so low These aren't hеavy things, we just can't let go So, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright? To get a little stoned and push the mess aside 'Cause there's an endless highway In our clouded minds today Where you can hear the ocean as the cars parade It's like, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Hey, na-na, na-na, la-la-la, la-la Every road that brought us here Happy tears under a chandelier Proof that there's no map So there's no point turnin' back Yes, every note I ever sung Melts into another one So I won't pretend that I know when But I know all good things must end So where do we go when everyone knows Someday our hearts explode Hey, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright? To get a little stoned and push the mess aside When there's an endless highway In our crowded minds today Oh, you could hear the ocean as the cars parade Just like, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Hey, na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na, okay Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Hey, na-na, na-na-na, la-la-la, la-la
Writer(s): Matthew Ryan Quinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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