Slurring the Rhythms

There was no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details
We left them all behind, we left them all behind
There was a place for and there was a time for, we arrive to leave again
There is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections

I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to be
Hungry, exhausted, and alone
Direction is a point, direction is a purpose
Destination is a reason to live, oh this heart beats

This could be any day, this could be any year
This could be any stage, this could be any city
All that matters is we are moving on
The roadside graveyards pass and we escape, we escape, we escape, we escape repeating

The construction of a nation building up
And the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again
Oh, oh trailing taillights like the ghosts of the last
To escape those past en route to arrival

We're never going home

Writer(s): Thomas Gabel, Warren Oakes, Andrew Seward, James Bowman
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