Scraping skies with shirts and ties and I can feel you waste away. The bets are long, I wanna get it wrong with you. It’s such a goddamn beautiful day. To hell with red lights, driving on. An open cage, this bird is gone. But I can’t leave this town if you’re not with me. I’ve been fighting boredom and routine. I’ll trade the white for forest green. But I can’t leave this town if you’re not with me we’ll see/I’m lost. Crimson skies, drinking oceans dry. Not where the salt paints colors grey. It clouds your eyes. Take what hasn’t died with you. I’ve got a map, sleep all the way. I marked a place worth going to (cue the brightest moon, kill the city lights now). The coast is clear, an amazing view. We’ve got your luck to see us through. We’ll keep on running through the warning signs. It beats sitting here all the time. And at the crosstown disappear behind the northern skyline.