If we make it back East there'll be a reckoning.
If they remember anything to stop the hemorrhaging.
If it's all been drained dry there's no recovering.
That's if we make it back East.
If we make it back East we'll require rewiring.
If the mile markers mean what they say, get okay with expiring.
If we push it all night we can outrun everything.
That's if we make it back East.
Hum and turn the lights of desert cities into lines.
Get gone.
And it shot through the wreckage of rule.
It shot through.
We crossed and we cruised.
It shot through, emptied each of us.
Vacated us.
If we don't make it back East maybe they'll come looking.
If asphalt, diesel and dust know, they won't be talking.
If our names should come up during the questioning...
we never made it back East.
Hum and turn the lights of desert cities into lines.
Get gone.
And it shot through the wreckage of rule.
It shot through.
We crossed and we cruised.
It shot through, emptied each of us.
Vacated us.

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