Headlights Fading

Passed the sign for the border line

Wet asphalt catching the headlight shine

You said some words are built to last

But they look smaller in the looking glass

Is this a getaway or a test of will?

Every county line is a promise still

And the road just bends

To the dark where the highway ends

Are we breaking away,

or just learning to bend?

Two AM and the radio is dead

Just the hum of the tires in my head

Replaying the things we should have said Maybe distance is a medicine,

maybe a wall

I'm either running free or not running at all

And the road just bends

To the dark where the highway ends

Are we breaking away,

or just learning to bend?