Driving down this road again
In a dark only the mountains know
I see those faces in the trees
Turn off my lights
The way is familiar
I’m leaning against that wall again
In a place full of us
The stucco grabbing my hair
You’re kissing me
The way is familiar
I’m on my last cigarette
In a truck forty miles from town
I can feel you breathing
It’s the moon
This way is familiar
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