I've been trying to think about anything but this
Or how we're missing towns, we're missing out, the exit's on this strip
I've been wondering how or if we'll ever get to sleep
Because we're sixteen hours in
This ride from Eric's house has been f**ing up my sh**
Because we stayed to watch the weeks new Office
And now it's twelve AM in the dirty south
You know we must be bored of this
Because we're stealing from gas stations and talking about how
Arizona's airport is called Sky Harbor
I wonder if that's what the last song on Clarity's about
We're saying it loud
Get to the Falcon, it's three AM and we're delirious
Cheating on the Atlantic
We're talking about pawning all our sh**
Buying wave runners and becoming pirates
And we've been falling apart; like Richie's got a brand new stretch mark
Night drives start at Waffle House and end at Walmart
We're breaking hearts of waitresses in seedy truck stops
Because Steve's shirtless, pounding beers in the parking lot
We're taking naked pictures in the Utah desert
"Yo man, I think that girl just saw your dick"
We're saying it loud
Get to the Falcon, it's three AM and we're delirious
Cheating on the Atlantic
We're talking about pawning all our sh**
Buying wave runners and becoming pirates
If this is our time, the Denver Skyline
Is telling me to make up my god-damn mind
If this is our time, the Denver Skyline
Is telling me to make up my god-damn mind
(I've been trying to think about anything but this)
If this is our time, the Denver Skyline
(Or how we're missing towns, we're missing out, the exit's on this strip)
Is telling me to make up my god-damn mind
(I've been wondering how or if we'll ever get to sleep)
If this is our time, the Denver Skyline
(Because we're sixteen hours in)
Is telling me to make up my god-damn mind