We caught fire and burned down the western coast
We drove all night and kept to the desert road
You and I, we're always talking
never doing and we're right where we began
And all we ever wanted was a place
We could call our own
When home becomes a cemetery where the ghosts all go to
Shoulder up so they don't have to wait it out alone
We caught fire and burned down the western coast
We drove all night and kept to the desert road
We told them all we're only leaving for a moment and we shouldn't be too long
We're gone but a little white lie never hurt no one
We're old enough to know the stars won't point us home
Come gold or rust we're gonna shine right past the sun
Artist: Michael Grimm
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