Slurring The Rhythms

there were cameras brought for pictures
to hold all the small details

we left them all behind
we left them all behind

there was a place for
there was a time for
we arrive to leave again
there was a point in a keepsake
when you run from collections

i know one day there will be a book
or a song line to remind me
how much it meant to me
hungry exhausted and alone

direction is a point
direction is a purpose
destination is a reason to live out this heart beat

Whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaohhhh oh oh
whaohhh oh oh
Whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaoh oh oh oh oh
whaohh whaohhh whoahhhhhh

this could be any day
this could be any year
this could be any stage
this could be any city
all that matters is were moving on
the roadside grave yards pass
we escape we escape we escape we escape repeating

and this construction of a nation
building up destruction of a nation
tearing down to build again oh oh
trailor tail lights like the ghosts of the last
to escape those pasts in route to arrival
were never going home

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