There is something Exciting about leaving everything behind There is something Deep and pulling leaving everything behind Something about having everthing You think you'll ever need Sitting in the seat next to you
And I watch Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beside us And I watch Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beneath us Away away
There is yelling Of an engine A constant rattling door There is serious Deep and mumbles A conversation I'm not in Flickering lights Shadows of trees Makes me blink my eyes Makes the land Appear like a really old movie
And I watch Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beside us And I watch Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beneath us Away away
I got a heart full of rubberbands That keep... getting... caught on... things
And I count Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash I drift off at eighty-something And I count Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Out of time with the music Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beside us And I count Another white dash Another white dash Another white dash Fly beneath us
There is something Exciting about leaving everything behind There is something Deep and pulling leaving everything behind Something about having everthing You think you'll ever need Sitting in the seat next to you...