The time zone's expiration Starts another round of deja vu If we can keep the sun above We just might make it out of the blue The roads are black at midnight Eyes are red and raw and open We've all been spilled across the land But we still pick each other up now and then See you when it feels right Do you know what it feels like? Covering ground again See you around to keep from sinking It's only 8 hours from here to the mountains We can stretch our money thin Living out of gas stations, it's all ephemeral But we can make anywhere our own The sky is red and wide and open It's all beautiful if you look close enough We're all just visiting as strangers In someone else's hometown See you in the sunrise Do you know what it feels like? Covering ground again See you around to keep from sinking