from Portland to Gainesville
from the Great Plains to Niagara
Route 66 straight to California.
Electric lights carry the night
we move in 4/4 time
our feet on wheels and in the sky.
Yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here
and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
and the rest can burn in hell
and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
shot by her mother, her eulogy,
the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
today is just another day.
And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated.

Every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure.
So we steal every chance we get
every advantage is taken when no one's looking
we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until
we are the people we've decided we should be.
I wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable
this distance is not something we'll regret
from here, and now, and then, and forever, and days after that till the very end.