eastbound like lines on a face you had to leave behind you always wondered how they would change in time now you stare at the dashboard and try to clear your mind all this time highway signs suggest you turn back but you don't read, you just press the gas alone and the radio blares suggests that someone cares but this desert shows you all you think you need to know westbound... the journeys we take just seem to circle around till somebody breaks and the pain is like a groundswell of memories of summer rains and dirty feet of fingers on each other's teeth and making love in SUVs or the day the towers came crashing down Los Angeles was a ghost town we didn’t know what to sing or say and I’m not sure we know today all this time highway signs suggest you turn back but you don't read, you just press the gas alone and the radio blares It claims that someone cares but this desert shows you all you think you need to know i lost myself along the path of the first part of my life but I’ve grown up, I know what I want and she’s right here by my side and I’ve learned to let go because I still have this road i still have these hands to turn the wheel and i won’t hit the breaks though there have been mistakes they created this life that i hold dear