Restless on the hill, broke down on its side That lucky cigarette ain't gonna be lucky tonight 'Cause they missed the proper exit, they crossed that fine-line Now those two hopeless are gonna die in the desert tonight Hind sight you wish had worked to point in other ways Your kind, bright wishes turn into what others say It felt another way All of the dark curved roads descending in the abyss I look straight over the hill and all I see is that blackness And all lights are going away And all the trees are going away All the footsteps have gone away Stuck in the mud wheels turning away Hind sight you wish had worked to point in other ways Your kind, bright wishes turn into what others say It felt another way It felt another way It felt another way It felt another way