 Yawn awake in familiar surroundings
All hotel rooms are pretty much the same
Though the room number might change
Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame
There's always a window but so changes the view
Affording a clue to the answer that's owing
Where we might be and where we might be going
There's no fixed address but the van
White as a suburb as you catch its reflection in store windows
As we're headed in any direction
So press your head against the window
Look outside at emptiness
Tell a joke, take a piss, take a picture at every mile
Lock the door and start the engine, 'cause it's gonna be awhile
Tell a joke, take a piss, take a picture at every mile
Start the van, close the door, "quince, it's gonna be awhile"
The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road
Commune at the union between failure and hope
Weave a highway line to stitch a skirt out on the land
Twist and turn to tell a story like the palm of your hand
Ponder, awe, and wonder, keep watching the skies
Wonder, awe, and ponder, in the blink of an eye
The climates flay themselves, undress themselves at the side of the road
Commune at the union between failure and hope
Turn our weakness into
Turn our blindness into
Turn our questions into answers as obvious
Turn our weakness into might (keep watching the skies)
Turn our blindness into the sight (in the blink of an eye)
Turn our questions into answers just as obvious as moonlight in the darkest, darkest night
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