She told her parents she wasn't coming home
And we drove away in that black truck
We were lying in the back bed
Sliding around at every turn
And I remember how the stars that night
Were unmoving no matter how fast we went
People have started dreaming through a camera lens
And identifying with different looks
There's oil spills in Antarctica
They put an American flag on the moon
We got inertia to keep momentum
So if we stop who knows what'll happen
Just keep moving, avoid circles
Until we get where we want to be
"˜Til we become what we want to be