Go - Flight Mode

These strangers, now I know. Race car riots, basement shows. We’re driving

around, or heading

Back to city

This morning we had a plan. Now it feels like failing, slow quicksand.

That floating around, I’ll

Give it back to the river

Headed out. Every hour filled with doubt: Where do you go? Take your time,

get ahead or draw

The line. Where do you go? And why do you need a name for everything you hate?

We keep going

At it again. The same old tricks, the same old friends

We’re strangers, it’s true. I’v treaded water nxt to you. Disappointments,

I’ve got a few, but I’ll

Give them back to the city

Headed home, heard a sigh through the phone. Where did you go? Take your time,

be yourself

Or be mine. Where did you go? And why do I need a name for everything I hate.

I keep going at it

Again. The same old frets, the same old friends

And where do I go, when there’s precedence for the accidental?

Where do I go when there’s no room to fill and everything’s been said and done?

Where do I go?

And where did you go?