From the sky the highway’s straight as it could be / A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee / Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me / From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be / Take my hand baby, we’re over land / I know flying over water […]

And here we sit / Singing words nobody taught us / Drinking fire and spitting sawdust / Trying to teach ourselves to breathe / We haven’t yet / But every chorus brings us closer / Every flyer and every poster / Gives a piece of what we need / And the sand that they call […]

So long ago I left it in the dust / Well I was so young and dumb / Ran far away but I have to admit / Sometimes I miss where I’m from (Eels)