Lost on E5

Yellow lights

overhead hum

in the quiet air

I pull over,

rolling down the glass with a blank stare

He asks me where the highway ends,

holding a map so torn

(where do I go?)

He folds a crumpled receipt from a store miles away Keep the

paper, tuck it tight,

nothing left to say

The engine breathes, the tension starts to grow (oh-oh-oh)

Lost under the yellow lamps,

the freeway is clear

No maps can tell us why

we both ended up here

We hold onto the paper lines that lead us home

Out on the concrete road,

we run alone!

Under the yellow lamps,

we run, we run (yeah,

we run!) Under the yellow lamps,

before the sun

Just a paper slip in the dark

No destination left to mark (running on empty...)