Private Show

Everybody's on their way to heaven

Everybody's  gotta die to get there

Everybody  knows

The only way to go is to set up a private show

Everybody lies to stay together

Still,  everybody tries to stay together

Meet  me on the road‚ the only thing I know

I've gotta take for us to go

'Cause  I'd rather not drive

'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried

And I'd rather not sleep

'Cause I know that I'll have fevers in my dreams

Everybody's  waiting on the weather

Trying to set up a private show

Waiting on the sun

Driving to the Pilot for their candy and their guns

Everybody wants to keep the lights on

But everybody doesn't have a choice

Everybody knows

The bus to Hampton Roads is where you're gonna lose your voice

'Cause I'd rather not drive

'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried

And I'd rather not sleep

'Cause I know that I'll just see you in my dreams

And I'll see you at my‚ see you at my show

And the more that I know

The more I can control

And I'll see you in shimmering light

Saying "Hey little mountains"- I finally found you

I'm finally alone

Come on‚ let's go