and the haze is messing with your head.
The road is long, but with what you left behind theres
gotta be something better up ahead.
The wheels are spinning round,
its such a beautiful sound leaving that tangled mess in your bed.
The road is long when your chasing the sun
because dusk could swallow you whole.
You press you foot down harder than you ever have
trying to out run static rock and roll.
But the wheels are spinning round
& it's such a beautiful sound, leaving that tangled mess in your head.
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