Not long until we’re there it’s in the air
How long until we’re there I wouldn’t dare
Speculate the journey ahead
I’ve heard the heavens are storm-less there
We’ve left a dried up river bed
Heading for the promise land
I’ve got a glass jar of memories
I’ve been collecting old tragedies
I’ve heard of remedies
And we set out to discover the remedies
And we’ll stay out until we run into remedies
We’ve chosen quiet ways around the bend
We’ve sought alternate ways in our head
We’ve taken consequence
I’ll drive the sun is burning or eyes
You drive us through the night, tired eyes
Hoping our bearing’s right