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You looked so silly standing there with
your hands in your pockets and
your hair in your eyes
Baring your teeth in what you thought was a mischievous grin
Your cigarette hung out of your mouth
at an angle
You tossed it like an empty promise
to the ground and
leapt into your pickup truck, revving
revving
VROOM VROOOM
revving
Desperate to impress
though you'd never admit it
Leering and luring me to your side
I went along for the ride, but never the journey
You had ideals you didn't even understand
and spoke of them often, and voraciously
With the passion of the ignorant
I would nod mutely because I
did not want to make you feel inferior
I knew your fragility
so well
We drove for miles until we reached the state line
the precipice of our freedom
We paused for only a moment before we
took Morrison's advice and
broke on through to the other side...
Our pooled resources allowed for a cheap motel
You talked all night about your hopes and dreams for us while I listened
You wanted me to hold you while you cried
but I was only along for the ride, never the journey
You fell into a dream-soaked sleep and did not hear me
grab your wallet
I fled into the night, consoling my conscience with the idea that
you wouldn't have gone all the way, anyway
You, small-town boy with your big-city fantasies
but that's all they ever were and I knew it
You would awaken, confused and upset
but not heartbroken
Your heart was buried in that shithole wasteland (wastedland)
Population 1,600 and
the roots ran deep
I flagged down a trucker, always willing to give a pretty girl a free ride to
any destination in this god-forsaken nation
I sat back and enjoyed the unfolding scenery as it raced by and I didn't look back and
I didn't care, because this was my secret all along:
You were only along for the ride, never the journey.

Description
You looked so silly standing there with
your hands in your pockets and
your hair in your eyes
Baring your teeth in what you thought was a mischievous grin
Your cigarette hung out of your mouth
at an angle
You tossed it like an empty promise
to the ground and
leapt into your pickup truck, revving
revving
VROOM VROOOM
revving
Desperate to impress
though you'd never admit it
Leering and luring me to your side
I went along for the ride, but never the journey
You had ideals you didn't even understand
and spoke of them often, and voraciously
With the passion of the ignorant
I would nod mutely because I
did not want to make you feel inferior
I knew your fragility
so well
We drove for miles until we reached the state line
the precipice of our freedom
We paused for only a moment before we
took Morrison's advice and
broke on through to the other side...
Our pooled resources allowed for a cheap motel
You talked all night about your hopes and dreams for us while I listened
You wanted me to hold you while you cried
but I was only along for the ride, never the journey
You fell into a dream-soaked sleep and did not hear me
grab your wallet
I fled into the night, consoling my conscience with the idea that
you wouldn't have gone all the way, anyway
You, small-town boy with your big-city fantasies
but that's all they ever were and I knew it
You would awaken, confused and upset
but not heartbroken
Your heart was buried in that shithole wasteland (wastedland)
Population 1,600 and
the roots ran deep
I flagged down a trucker, always willing to give a pretty girl a free ride to
any destination in this god-forsaken nation
I sat back and enjoyed the unfolding scenery as it raced by and I didn't look back and
I didn't care, because this was my secret all along:
You were only along for the ride, never the journey.