I drive through four lanes of strange and you said, "magic"
And I'm aware that nothing about this situation is tragic
And I would like to get to know me
And I look to you as you're asleep in the passenger's seat
I believe, yes I, I believe that I have to go away for a while
I strive for concepts and change that I'm not sure of
And I admit that I've lost all the things I liked the allure of
But I would like to tell you everything
But I know how this works and I don't mind waiting
I believe, yes I, I believe that I have to go away for a while
I fly through five miles of mange that is the highway
Going, I've never seen it like this on a Friday
And I could not just travel aimlessly
I know it would take some time for amnesty
I believe, yes I, I believe that I have to go away for a while
If I were at my home
I'd sit on my couch that smells like cigarettes
Inside my house that isn't finished yet
And I'd speak to you as if you were in the room
I smile on all those who estrange themselves from this pavement
Knowing I can't even see, this road's too fragrant
And I could not just be a slave to this
To all the other steel boxes and radio bliss
I believe, yes I, I believe that I have to go away for a while
If I were so honest
I love the scent of the suburbs in
The summer time and your sun soaked skin
But I would know better than to be all affirming
And I drive through four lanes of strange and you said, "magic"
And I'm aware that nothing about this situation is tragic
And I would like you to believe in me
Now you're awake and you look at me like you don't know me
I believe, yes I, I believe that I have to go away for a while