We both drive home from benton harbor, michigan
With snow-covered headlights
Lost the path
We ended up in strip club parking malls
I dont know why we didn't turn back
With the clear headlights run down 90/94
Through indiana's empty promised land
No one had much to say
I wish we would have said more
But we never knew that you wouldn't be here soon
I dropped you off in a desert of blue screens
With computer palm trees as streetlights
Wishing there was on ocean here
There were once mountains in this place
All our friends are hiding in tall buildings like retirement camps
Pigeons can't fly away far enough not to freeze
Oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon
Oh, from your point of view i want to be there soon
From tall buildings we can see illinois mountains fell with me