As the highway fades to the borderline
We get swept away for the final time
And don't it make you cry
And do you want to die
And you think you might be wasting your life
And you're so afraid that you might be right
As the water drains from the summer clouds
It feeds the rains to the mother house
And don't it make you cry
And do you want to die
And you think you might be wasting your life
And you're so afraid that you might be right
As the highway fades to the borderline
We get swept away for the final time
And don't it make you cry
And do you want to die
And you think you might be wasting your life
And you're so afraid that you might be right