The sound of the deaths of the insects on the windshield
harmonize with the static on the radio.
A song that I've dedicated to you.
I'm run down, I'm worn out,
I desperately need sleep.
The suns down, I'm still out,
What is it that's keeping me?
I keep hearing that there's no place like home,
but even when I'm there, I still feel all alone.
I'll keep driving until I see the sun rise.
The silhouettes of the insects on the dashboard.
And I'll keep driving, mile after mile,
wanting something more.
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