Listless.

I put my Camry in the wrong gear
Put a short stop to a long year
There’s hailstones coming down on the turnpike now
They jump like frogs when they hit the ground

I'm so tired of striving
There's always somewhere I’m driving
Will I turn around when the gas runs out
And find my feet won't touch the ground

Oh I’m so listless
There's no harbor lights to guide me out here
I'm there in the distance
Too drunk on that horizon to see it clear

You stepped out in the hallway
Supernatural as always
We drive into town while the beech trees brown
But you scarcely glance around

You said everything's over
You lost your life in the foreclosure
When you came around you never put the camera down
And now those tapes they can't be found

You said I’m so listless
My life is all behind me in the mirror
It's out in the distance
Where objects look much closer than they disappear

It was 3am when the call came in
And the breath fell out of my face
So I packed my suit for the red eye trip
And I’ll wish you on your way

Oh we're all listless
Just needles on a pine tree in the clear
There’s light in the distance
I just pray that I can find me while I’m still here