Drive through the night, high beams cut the dark
Out on the highway, somebody’s flicking cigarette sparks
All through America, the cities sleeping
The radio plays like a child stuck inside a bad dream
A word is sold now,
kaleidoscoping everything that should be true
Find me a way that’s far away
From you and the lies
Cold in the night air with the summer sick of hanging around
Slow like a balladeer, with the words so worn they’re meaningless now
Inside our silence is something violent,
something hard to see through
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