I wake up every morning to a sleepy dream
And its hazy hazy hazy.
Im delusional to think its reality.
I guess this worlds got the best of me.
Hop in the car, fill up the 20 gallon tank.
Hit Highway 78 and see where it takes.
I'll roll my window down and let my hair lose
I throw the dice, and see where it'll choose.
Lets leave this place and forget our names
Have a drink and take the blame
It doesnt matter now, we're gone anyways
These are our youthful, dying days.
Feel the goosebumps, rise to the surface of your skin
Let the taste of ambiguity sink in
This is our night, this is our way
Dont leave me fleeting feeling, i pray