Texty: Maritime. Other. Adios.

all the cars go where the sun was
stations of transparent lives
infinity in old blue jeans i'd live a lie if it agreed
so in the morning, i am not alone
the balledeers all hit their last note
the crowd is headed to the door
adios, that's how it goes a hotel guest a part time ghost
this morning i was not alone
it's not too late for another song
when the drinks are deep and the winters long
but the company still keeps
lets hit the road and leave our names at home
you know that i lose everything i own
we're always coming into something new
you know i lose everything i do
lets hit the road and leave our names at home