Blind Spots

With all our pains replaced with scars Like planes mistaken for the stars We set out hungry like some borrowed drifter's appetite Colored push-pins stuck in paper maps And spinning globes, like turning laps Had us all believing that we were satellites Cause see those blind spots are beautiful And I've got to see them for myself, not Through someone else's lens Oh, this passenger plane will be our traveling train But either way we won't be chained up again And we'll be pavement-chasing troubadours Up through the peaks and down to the shores Cause every place we've never seen before's still waiting Let's go always where the weather's changing Forever leaving, never saying goodbye 'til the music's playing Off the pages... Cause see those blind spots are beautiful And I've got to see them for myself, not Through someone else's lens Oh, this passenger plane will be our traveling train But either way we won't be chained up again