The sun rises like a flame, a becon to guide me through these highways.
I check the messages on my phone, they speak their lament but they are alone.
I haven't had very much to say or at least at it seems that way these days
and I stare down this corridor where she isn't waiting for me anymore
But I am alright, well, atleast, I feel alive.
Whatever it is, ya know, I feel fine.
Under this blue where I somehow just wish for you
I take my caffiene pills to stay high
and I rub my eyes, I'm alright to drive.
We're speeding down the interstate, shaving minutes so we won't be late
I am deadwood beneath a Florida sky, I'll probably fail but I'll try
To recall the places and the names, conversations under ceiling frames
where I let my fear of the future subside and let it all go tonight.
And I'm just fine. Well, at least, I feel fine.
Whatever it is, ya know, I'm alive.
In this room where I just stare into you
Afraid of the moments that will soon pass
and it goes fast. God, just let this last.
The sun it rises like a flame, a reminder of these highways
I check the messages on my phone, they speak their lament but I am alone.