Is it the thousand-yard stare? Or the water that isn't there? A mirage, a pipe dream Needle back to meet the seams These white and yellow lines Keep me warm and tell me lies The overpass that blocks the rain The dot and dash that keeps me sane We pine for something more Is it a risk without reward? No matter where I rest my head My bags are packed Beneath the bed No matter where I Settle in My heart remains Where I've been Lower 48 Send me off and I will shake and sing For all the tilted heads Beat for the things that I have read Dirt meets spit And I am face first in it Wait for day to end And drink until we're blind again No matter where I rest my head My bags are packed Beneath the bed No matter where I Settle in My heart remains Where I've been Flickering feeling You are the door still swinging Feet on the ceiling Oh, I'm burning all the boats