You never learn to tell the difference between
The probable projections and the best parts of the dream
The fragments that stick with you
The ones you really feel
Those parts aren't real
But high in the cold Midwestern air
They shimmer before us there
Almost out of reach but not quite
Stay up thinking about it all night
Waited so long for days like these
I'm tired of living on my knees
Pull your hair back tight, head right for the extraction point
And if you don't hear from me, let them all go free
I'm on the Kennedy Expressway at dawn
Don't know where we got this car from
I'm driving with the fog lights on
The angles you don't plan for
The things you might have missed
Those things exist
But under the waxing winter sun
I feel like we're almost gone
Just pick a lane and drive right through
Headed off to freedom with you
Dreams of the future
Up in the front of my mind
Leave a couple dozen bodies behind
Pull your hair back tight, head right for the extraction point
And if you don't hear from me, let them all go free
