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Open Road

no one knows no more than theyre supposed to know
no one knows more than you or me

beyond me
lies the pale
and a field of stop signs
waiting
I'll save a quarter
I'll call you
when I know its the right time
Moreso now's the perfect time
for the open road

No one knows enough to burn two years with you
No one spares them more than me

Above me are planes
people soar through the night sky
opened eyed poets slave
searching for the right rhyme
once they have names
then i'll know its the right time
to stray
mouthshut
souless and half alive
I relied on my luck too many times
and I'm gonna trick something into being mine
on the open road

I'll be standing near on the side of the road
Like a worn out rogue,
like a worn out rogue
I'll be standing out