What if there's time to kill?
What if there's a blinding will to go down?
What if there'e a restlessness
That no one even knows?
There's a comforting thought to hang around.
While everyone else is beating their days
into the groand.
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Why don't we go pack it up
And drive us blind,
Where the sun in South Dakota
Never seems to end
Never meet again.
If you move your place to fall,
Isn't that the rush of it all?
Our skyline thinks it's bigger than it is.
Your dreams are calling out,
But your heart's patina.
No blue is darker than
The shade you're in.
Chorus
