highway signs, and dotted lines
making their way to some destination
making their way to some american town
climbing way up then rolling back down, you know
brakes don't exist on the northeast coast, there's a million dead ends, and a million infinite roads
making their way to some destination
making their way to some american town
climbing way up then rolling back down, you know
brakes don't exist on the northeast coast, there's a million dead ends, and a million infinite roads