Letras
We drove 13 hours, stopped in a Wendy's near Reno
There were ashtrays and slots and someone getting onto a bus
Over mountains and salt flats, our vision blurring into the distance
Not much to hold on to
Shut my eyes as the nighttime rolled in
And we knew what was backwards
The smoke drifting into the distance
Rolled down the window and thought about where we had been
And I don't know that we had put too much thought into anything
There's the person you are and the person you're trying to be
And the shape of the mountains told me what I'd been missing
Turned off the car, found out how to stay clean
Twenty-four disc holder with them all sitting together like siblings
You went one by one, stopped for a minute, then started again
Pretty soon all my friends would come around asking what happened
We left in the dark - in the passenger seat I sat and thought about what you said
And we knew what was backwards
The smoke drifting into the distance
Rolled down the window and thought about where we had been
And there were mixtapes and matches and long silent drives into the mountains
Weird conversations like businessmen feeling each other out
There's the person you are and the person you can't quite see coming
And we both know you never figure it out