Everybody′s on their way to heaven
Everybody's gotta die to get there
Everybody knowsThe only way to go is to set up a private show
Everybody lies to stay together
Still, everybody tries to stay together
Meet me on the road′ the only thing I know
I've gotta take for us to go
'Cause I′d rather not drive
′Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I′d rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I′ll have fevers in my dreams
Everybody's waiting on the weather
Trying to set up a private show
Waiting on the sun
Driving to the Pilot for their candy and their guns
Everybody wants to keep the lights on
But everybody doesn′t have a choice
Everybody knows
The bus to Hampton Roads is where you're gonna lose your voice
'Cause I′d rather not drive
′Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I′d rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I′ll just see you in my dreams
And I'll see you at my′ see you at my show
And the more that I know
The more I can control
And I'll see you in shimmering light
Saying "Hey little mountains"- I finally found you
I'm finally alone
Come on′ let′s go
