Probably Not

Driving through America tonight I'm looking for a pattern in the hashed white line As I think about the moon and more elusive celestial bodies I wonder who else drives on through the night Traffic wasn't busy in the end Down here where the lights have turned to red The air is cleaner than the papers said I've been breathing fine Should I be glad to live here and simmer in a melting pot? Maybe California will take pity on the dreams I got Probably not So I wonder now: Does anyone that live in LA really exist? In this expansive simulation or apocalypse I left a message with a friend in Encinitas I got no reply In learning to be gracious for the opportunities we've got Will the universe reward us for an optimistic train of thought? Probably not Probably not Probably not Probably not Probably not Does anybody living out here really exist? In this expanse of simulation or apocalypse I surrender to the notion that everything comes true Well am I willing now to give it all I've got? Probably not Probably not Probably not Probably not The desolation across the desert floor Holds you in a trance you can't ignore Something feels different than before But you don't know why