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Look in the rearview
The grittiest street lights with freshly shaven counter parts jumping continental flights
Are we awake
Are we dreaming
Are we all obsessed with spoon-fed celebrities and southern rock guitar leads
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air
We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air
We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag
I keep calling 'cuz I want my f**king hat back
I'm alive I'll just fight my eyes
Cool breeze running through the attic
Called back and all I got was static
I'm alive I'll just fight my eyes
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air
We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air
We're running faster than old shoes at county fairs
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold
Will the boys be home
Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold
Will the boys be home
Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold
Will the boys be home
Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold
Will the boys be home
Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome