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Back roads, brake lights light up back home Calm, cold, or windy nights we still drive Eyes open wide as space (eyes open wide) Slide across the interstate Missing exits, missing people Recognizing geometric shapes Yeah, we always stay out late Yeah, we always stay out late I have this theory that waking up in a car means That you’re still dreaming So if you ever change your mind Decide that it might be worth the drive Then just drive Then just drive So we just drive, careless and full of smiles While the radio plays on the way to some basement Yeah, we do it for the sentiment It started as a self-asserted promise And now the moon hangs low over us as we travel to some new destination I will be okay, I will be okay Everything