Ohio Turnpike Another hour or two Counting the dashed lines Bringing me back to you
Another short night And our summer is through So pick a good song To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home I know I'm not alone When you call my name through the modern snow I know I'm not alone
I ditched the rental Grabbed the receipts off the dash Threw out the baggie Of coffee grounds and ash
I'll let you go now That's all I've got to report Sorry I didn't get Better at being short
When I see your face after the flight home I know I'm not alone Can you call my name through the modern snow Because I don't want to feel alone No I don't want to feel alone
Prepare for the landing and Prepare to be vaguely accused By the sad and underslept In their royal blues Pettin' the window, 'cause I wanna know what it'd feel like If I got to go outside
And at the bag claim With eyes peeled for tatters of tags Flying half-mast Like the flag
And through the families We wade in a quest for a cab Nobody wishes for the things That they already have We relive every misstep that we've made in our lives And hoard our scary secrets till they wake us at night And we think we can't escape from it But maybe we might If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right
You know You're the only person that I wanted to like me You're the only person that I wanted to like me All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me You're the only person that I wanted to like me
I miss coming home to you I've been driving day and night counting mile marker lines on my way to you I miss coming home to you I've been turning like a pike and I'm searching for the light on my way to you I miss coming home to you I've been driving day and night counting mile marker lines on my way to you I hate coming home I hate leaving home
Compositor: Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock (Jeff Rosenstock) ECAD: Obra #30690572