Tuesday, May 5, 2009

new york to la



started on the road in Kansas somewhere...

I have no past
I have no future
I'm coming in last
I'm coming in last

Is this home
Alone on the road
Is this what you wanted
On your own

Are we destined
Are we purposed
I'm losing my breath but
Finding the surface

You're not finished
It's not over
Flip the switch on
That four leaf clover

I'm making my way
New York to LA
Here between
Is where I'll stay

Are we destined
Are we purposed
I'm losing my breath but
Finding the surface

Tear down the molds

1 comment:

  1. Nice Nate. Random words turned into a song. Must've had lots of time to reflect while driving in the boonies :D

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