State Lines Lyrics

We pass through these state lines with music and headlights, warm coffee and night drives.
Just three days until Dayton.
Head East towards the homeland.
I promise to meet you there.
Sitting at the top of the of the world, I think it's driving me crazy.
I'm growing up and I'm lazy.
I'm playing with this knife for so long, I push my luck on the sharp edge.
I either land on the dull end or get cut.
Southwest U.
S.

Desert, through Phoenix and onward, good friends and gorgeous weather.
These phone calls and post cards will hold us until March.
I carry you with me.
Sitting at the top of the of the world, I think it's driving me crazy.
I'm growing up and I'm lazy.
I'm playing with this knife for so long, I push my luck on the sharp edge.
I either land on the dull end or get cut
In the hand or the throat. .
Or maybe the part that can't let go of the past, of it all.
Wherever I go, I hope that you know I'll never betray you.
That's not what I want.
Please don't look down.
Keep us afloat.
Don't let go.