We both drive home from benton harbor, michigan With snow-covered headlights, Lost the path We ended up in strip club parking malls I dont know why we didnt turn back With the clear headlights run down 90/94 Through indiana's empty promised land No one had much to say I wish we would have said more But we never knew that you wouldnt be here soon. I dropped you off in a desert of blue screens With computer palm trees as streetlights Wishing there was on ocean here There were once mountains in this place All our friends are hiding in tall buildings like retirement camps Pigeons cant fly away far enough not to freeze Oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon Oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon From tall buildings we can see illinois mountains fell with me