Staring at the longest line I came back to myself Looking through the windshield Of our busted out old van There is no turning back There is no wasting time When you don't come from anywhere And you leave nothing behind For many years I kept this thought Like a truth in the back of my mind Drinking myself sane Like it is sane to kill your time Crossing the street in Arizona I was almost hit by a car Just trying to buy some cigarettes Before we showed up to the bar I was lying on the road I was lying at all our shows I was lying Sitting back in my office now I'm staring at that same line Stretching down the longest road I keep checking the time I hear a noise outside the door So I pull the curtains wide It's just a tiny terrapin I watch him slowly walk on by I was lying on the road I was lying at all our shows I was lying