The farther away I get
the less that I remember
of who and what and when
I took all those pictures
I pawned off your rings
the year you weren't looking
I bought Joseph's car
painted it with lightning
drove into the sea
drove into the sea
drove into the sea...
August and July
the closest that we'd get
to working with our hands
surviving by our wits
I've got lots of time
if you can read a map
drive across that city line
never to come back
never to come back
never to come back
never to come back