If it takes hours then that means miles and that's longer than I want to spend with you at least put the windows down I'll try to fall asleep

This music's boring can't we find a happy medium put End Serenading on and turn the speakers up

Wish on stars that you can't see through this fog one more state and I swear I'll be gone

When does the sun rise?

Eight more hours?

That's not even close

I'm taking shifts switching lanes just to keep up

No signs of life until the sun penetrates

Through windshield vapors touch the glass

And disintegrate