Quarter Killing Time

Faster than we go, widest at the reigns

I didn't like the look of night as the car cut through the rain

It was those plasticized maps

They would lie to us, each and every time

You both seems like the road ahead

As you burned right past the bright, burn right past the bright

Payphone daze mid-afternoon, quarter killing time

Simple wonders meaningless, with the long hauls rushing by

I swear the time that we feel

And the lives that we steal are all the same

Dividing all those feelings up

As you push right past the pain, we push right past the pain

This is not the only state of me

This is not the only state of me

This is not the only state of me

This is not the only state of me

Northwest dreams and summer scenes, rushing through my brain

Three weeks on the road and all the driving's turned to drain

How'd we go 5,000 miles and know that nothings really changed

You'll never drive those roads again

And it burns right through my brain, it burns right through my brain