Trailways

Stale coffee, auto map

Tired candy, staring back at my ghost

And the glare off the residue

Transparent plastic wrap

This could be the only map that I'll need

Cause I'm much too lost to lose

My duffel bag is stuffed, I'm ready to go

The sun is coming up to melt the snow

I feel fine, for the first time in a long time

I feel fine, for the first time in a while

Trailways

Bus station, bathroom stall

New Deal mural on the wall

Simple life, why did you have to leave?

Cathedral ceilings, hold their breath

Ticket takers, are all that's left

As for me, I have no one to meet

My duffel bag is packed, I'm ready to go

The sun is coming up to melt the snow

I feel fine, for the first time in a long time

I feel fine, for the first time in a while

Trailways

Bossa nova, downtown beat

Ipanema's calling me, and the girl

I used to love is gone

I look around me and see my soul

Sleeping restless in every row all at once

I'm glad I'm not alone

Our duffel bags are stuffed, we're ready to go

The sun is coming up to melt the snow

I feel fine, for the first time in a long time

I feel fine, for the first time in a while

I feel fine, for the first time in a long time

I feel fine, for the first time in a while

Trailways