You keep moving on through the mirror that passes
You are a plural in the wake of the wind
Close from a reverie awoken by the engine
Do you see the words in the sky that are mentioned
Is it all just right?
Now you tell me all about the past and the future
Tell me how you feel and tell me how you felt
Every single bullet floats in the gashes you say it
I am moving through the grass you are looking for the stop
And I think it's right
We can all just drive
In a mind all we'll know
Nothing more
In the mind we lost
We hold
We can all just drive
Is it all my night?