3AM Highways

hide, we hide beneath the overpass
climb, we climb through the underbrush
drive, we drive 3AM interstates

this road is the world.

hide, we hide beneath the overpass of our whole lives
die, we die like the trash that gathers up roadside
drive, we drive through the allegories of the night

this road is the world.

there's something in the distance
you could look but still might miss it
like a life that hides behind our lives
like a whisper in the clearing
turn to look for what you're hearing
like a message just behind your eyes

there's something in the distance
you could look but still might miss it
like a life that hides behind our lives
like a whisper in the clearing
do you sense the end is nearing?
like a message just behind your eyes

this road is the world.

climb, we climb through the underbrush in our own minds

this road is the world.