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We're almost home
We'll drive all night
To this town that pulls my heartstrings
My heart's beating out of my chest
And no one's listening
So tonight we ride with our flags held high
Out the darkness and into the light
To the horizon, out of the grasp of the storm
If we never make it out alive
And if we never make it home
If we get lost in this Arizona desert
You'll be the first to know
Jonathan, when will this highway ever end
You're freaking out
On the side of a mountain miles from Prescott
You say we'll make it home
But I tell you, bet not
And it feels it's getting harder
Holding my head above water
Like sheep led to the slaughter
Sometimes I wonder why we even bother
With every mile closer to the horizon
Another mile farther from home
And on the phone is Oklahoma
Saying, you keep sending postcards
I won't go changing while you're gone
Jonathan, when will this highway ever end
You're freaking out
And I think it's safe to say that we both know
We're almost home