Texty: Terminal. Maps.

I don't mind if we never make it to where we're headed
As long as we don't end up here
We need to find our own way
Believe in something we half made

We're making good time
Remember where we were last year
Driving all around this tired town
Looking for something to do and telling ourselves

We need to find our own way
Believe in something we half made
We need to find our own way
Believe in something we half made

So many times I dreamt a normal life
Seeing her at night and what it must feel like
To wake up in my bed, no ringing in my head
It's been sometime, it's been sometime

It's based on love, we'll never know
What the world could be, where this could go
Called home to say I'm doing better
Think I've finally may have myself together

We need to find our own way
Believe in something we half made
We need to find our own way
Believe in something we half made