Private Show

Everybody's on their way to heaven Everybody's gotta die to get there Everybody knows The only way to go is to set up a private show Everybody lies to stay together Still, everybody tries to stay together Meet me on the road' the only thing I know I've gotta take for us to go 'Cause I'd rather not drive 'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried And I'd rather not sleep 'Cause I know that I'll have fevers in my dreams Everybody's waiting on the weather Trying to set up a private show Waiting on the sun Driving to the Pilot for their candy and their guns Everybody wants to keep the lights on But everybody doesn't have a choice Everybody knows The bus to Hampton Roads is where you're gonna lose your voice 'Cause I'd rather not drive 'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried And I'd rather not sleep 'Cause I know that I'll just see you in my dreams And I'll see you at my' see you at my show And the more that I know The more I can control And I'll see you in shimmering light Saying "Hey little mountains"- I finally found you I'm finally alone Come on' let's go