[ Featuring Arrows ]
I don't know how to be or why the gaps in the music trouble me
They trouble me
I'm the blue paint that marks the tree with the hapless bag caught in the breeze
I'm caught in the breeze
I guess, I guess I don't know why
I hung you out to dry
Or why or why we go
The distance that we drive
Trucks like trains, score the plains
Through the dirty snow and endless rains
Those endless rains
I guess, I guess I don't know why
I hung you out to dry
Or why or why we go
The distance that we drive
Drive, drive
We drive
I guess, I guess, I guess I
I guess, I guess, I guess
I guess I don't know why
I don't know
I guess, I don't know
