Our car seems to float down
This familiar backwoods road
All is quiet, save for the radio
Scent of evergreen blows from the back seat
We're running late for our appointment
Wouldn't miss this for anything
Pavement predictably end
Goodbye blacktop
We're close to our destination now
Nowhere
We can be ourselves, finally
Work clothes, but no talk of shop
The hayfield looks like water in waves
When the wind rolls it right
Let's never go back, let's stay here
Let's never go back, let's stay here
Watched the wind destroy a spiders web
It crawled back to its crack, to think about it
And find a way, to improve on its last design
So when the wind destroys your web
Crawl back through regrets and think about them
And find a way, to improve on, your last design