Stars

Packed my car and left the valley

Shotgun seat is ghosting words

It's a devil on my shoulder

It's a disease without a cure

Wish I could erase all my thoughts

Like rain on sidewalk chalk

The fatigue crept on in by midnight

The caffeine had my head in knots

I'm lying on my car

And counting stars

I hope I find out who you are

When the sun rose in the morning

I carved up yesterday's defeats

Left them dying in the cornfield

So I could finally breathe

Caught in exorcism pending

As I fly down 94

The engine begging for my mercy

My inner dialogue berserk

And all these victories and defeats

Are completely subjective

I'm lying on my car

And counting stars

I hope I find out who you are

I'm lying on my car

And counting stars

I hope I find out who you are

I'm lying on my car

And counting stars

I hope I find out who you are