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[00:20.79]At the bus stop we're the pawns and we just do what we're told.
[00:26.14]But on your rooftop w'ere the kings and we look down on this whole town.
[00:30.60]You know it looks a lot like last year.
[00:33.31]Spend our time in just one place.
[00:35.19]If I wrote the story of my life here, a couple things that I'd erase.
[00:40.51]Don't you ever want to go?
[00:43.22]Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight.
[00:47.70]Underneath the northern lights.
[00:50.43]Up here like I can finally see.
[00:53.25]I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street.
[00:57.70]Get all the way to New Orleans tonight.
[01:01.32]And when the fog sets, it's a softer side of urban decay.
[01:06.72]We go no nets.
[01:07.65]I watch a can roll down; I hear it hit the driveway.
[01:10.32]Anchorless, like a novel writ by Steinbeck.
[01:13.96]We're in a Midwest dust bowl.
[01:15.70]When you count the days 'til your next paycheck, it's a world of mice and men.
[01:21.19]Don't you ever want to go?
[01:23.85]Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight.
[01:27.58]Underneath the northern lights.
[01:30.29]Up here like I can finally see.
[01:32.95]I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street.
[01:38.44]Get all the way to New Orleans tonight.
[02:17.24]On the edge, the world seems to stop.
[02:19.04]I can feel the wind and my stomach drop.
[02:21.84]If we're stuck and if we never leave, we've still got moments here like these.
[02:27.19]Lying on our backs, counting stars in the summer night.
[02:31.74]Above the sidewalk cracks, getting bathed in the billboard light.
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