by Mandy Moore

Created on: September 12, 2008

The Drive

The way that things are going
I fear the end is near
The flames lick and paint the sky
The same red as your tired, weary eyes
We've been up for days in this dirty cavalier
Crossing 21 state lines
To get where we have not been for years

And there
Isn't anywhere I'd rather be
Than in this car
Driving through the trees
The windows down
And my feet on the dash

It's too dark to read the signs
So we keep driving
Right on by
Through the towns of sleeping people
Who don't know what
It means to live
Not just for the weekend

And there
Isn't anywhere I'd rather be
Than in this car
Driving through the trees
The windows down

And your head on my shoulder
I hope we
Never reach our
Destination

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