Christopher Dallman - Highway Lines

Pack all our shit, let's go
When I'm done I always know
Because the ceiling's low
Heading east on the 10
And I can't remember when
I felt such an amen

Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning
Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning

I'm no good at smoke and mirrors
I always sing my fears
This city don't care
Now my face is overgrown
My future is unknown
And I've got joy to spare

Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning
Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning

Waist high in indigo
Now big sky everywhere we go
Baby we are free
We trade an ocean for a lake
They say we're making a mistake
Baby no guarantee

Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning
Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning

Sky's so full of broken stars
Sunlit hills and fancy cars
Sky's so full of broken stars
sunlit hills and fancy cars

Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning
Between the highway lines
Keeping the wheels spinning

Written by:
Christopher Dallman

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