So this is how it feels in the front seat on a long, long ride
It's getting late and Mama's tears are diamonds in the light
Far from the snow
On a Carolina road
Packed to the brim, surrounded by breakable things
And up ahead the skyline is spreading out its wings
We're taking flight
We're a comet in the night
Passing houses on the interstate
Full of families fast asleep
And tomorrow the Sun will rise again
On their unfamiliar street
We're still wide awake, getting closer, I'm counting exit signs
Trace my name in the window and take her hand in mine
Without a sound
Flying over foreign ground
