Testo
A life spent asleep in cars
Is a life well spent
With other men's woes and ghosts
On changing stations
Their variations on
The only two songs
We all know how to play
Hey, let's do the one about how
Love will never die
And the one about where
To bury its remains
Now's the perfect time
To leave this behind
A life spent asleep in cars
Is a life well spent
From small town
To big town
To shit town
To ghost town and beyond
Feel them merge into
An actual destination
Where we'll find that we
Can not build a home out of spite
Though it will not be
For want
Of trying
Now's the perfect time
To leave this behind