Slurring The Rhythms

there was no cameras bought for pictures
to hold all the small details
we left them all behind, we left them all behind
there was a place for
there was a time for
we arrive to leave again
there is no point in a keepsake
when you run from collections
i know one day there will be a book
or a song line to remind me
how much it meant to be hungy, exhausted and alone
direction is a point
direction is a purpose
destination is a reason to live
o, the sun fades
this could be any day
this could be any year
this could be any stage
this could be any city
all that matters is we are moving on
the roadside graveyards pass
and we escape, we escape, we escape, we escape repeating
and it�s construction of a nation
building up destruction of a nation
tearing down to build again
oww, oww, trailing taillights
like the ghosts of the last
to escape those past
en route to arrival
we�re never going home