My files are corrupt, my answers are abrupt, think I’ve had enough.
There’s no telling how far those mountains really are when you’re watching from a car.
The highways are gonna cross in this dark, dark town, where things aren’t like they used to be—
handed down, down, down.
I’ve been going to the airport and watching landings from the lobby.
These days, I’ll take on anything you could call a hobby.
There’s no telling how deep I’m finally going to sleep when I find a way to keep everything in reach.