The fields move back through an ocean of mine and I take another turn.
Who needs to reach a destination
When there's so much left to learn?
You always said you could hear me
Thinking while you ride
The years roll back like a movie
Of shipwrecks and we head to stern
Who needs procrastination
When there's so much left to learn?
You always said I could move you
Dreaming in my car
The road wears on in a eulogy
To nowhere - we take another turn
Who needs a phoney situation
When there's so much left to learn?
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