Time filters through the radio, only nine hours left to go
Wind down around an empty plate
Just pray to God we won’t be late
Simultaneously imbedded with the plight of where we’re headed
And all those idiotic thoughts about who’s right and who is wrong
This road we travel wears us thin; it helps to let distractions in
And when I’m tired of counting stars
I look around for bright green cars
Backtrack to where we lost our minds; this documentary rewinds
Kick cans and count on catching cold; another roadmap to unfold
And now the sky looks positively furious and shy of fifty
We took a butchered turn again; the hours jump back up to ten
What say you about this?
Time filters through the radio, only nine hours left to go
I think we finally have a route; I think we’ll figure this thing out
Our band of forward-thinking souls
Can change the earth with all our goals
And while the ancient chasm scars
I look around for bright green cars
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