Mountains like a paused raging ocean
I slowly surf them with these four wheels
I see houses haven’t made it to these here parts
I taste the scary truth of how being alone feels
I watch the tarmac snake in the distance so far
And moments later a machine hisses past those curves

I watch trees riffle beside me like a giant book
If I stop maybe I’ll be able to read the stories every forest has
But I can’t stop here in the middle of nowhere
For I’m lost until I make it where I’m going
Lonely clean air floods in through the open windows
And keeps company a lonely stranger without knowing

I bask patient in the peace between somewhere and somewhere else
Where I’m from is a memory and where I’m going a fantasy
I could be lost in one of those two places that don’t exist right now
But I choose to be lost in the making of my destiny