Staring back into the sandstone When the Albuquerque sky saw me Shit was glowing in the cobalt Had me reaching across from the driver's seat Still happy just to be here Opening the door and letting you back in Rapid rivers, soft green road signs All these places feel like pages torn from my spine New timelines, past lifetimes Metamorphic and distorted But it's gonna be fine I'm happy just to be here Opening the door and letting you back in But it's gonna be a while 'til I can tell you where we're going 'Til I can tell you where we're going 'Til I can tell you where we're going