West Coast

I feel like we just drive around in circles

lower my eyes from the horizon of your outburst

the white lines, across the dark earth

are hard to stay inside when your pride hurts

I want you to take the high road

ride that line into the unknown

let go of the wheel that we both hold

and ride that line right off the West Coast

you've got a rhythm in the way you let it ride

evaporating in your burnt out paradise

let's find a place where the light and the dark collide

we can talk about it all night and waste our time

I want you to take the high road

ride that line into the unknown

let go of the wheel that we both hold

and ride that line right off the West Coast