Highway Song by Ethan Charles Lyrics
Keep on the highway
For the love of your god
I ain't going back there
There's too much I've burned
If the sun doesn't bind you too much
Leave your mind
We'll be friends hereafter
As long as we're blind
Dream while I drive
It's contrived, but I'm obliged
To give you an answer
Whenever you ask
And I've ruined the mine
And run, but never find
A sufficient hammer
To cleave 'tween our heads
And I try, I try
To make peace with danger
And dream of smaller mountains
To climb
And I find, I find
That if I keep the notion of you
Then there's nothing in line to fail
I've been told
That if I tear apart all your photos
I'm inclined to have
A much nicer time
I've skimmed the pages
And the facts and cries, mislabeled
As I'm trying to find the lessons
I've ignored
Dream while I drive
It's contrived, but I'm obliged
To give you an answer
Whenever you ask
And I've ruined the mine
And run, but never find
A sufficient hammer
To cleave 'tween our heads
And I try, I try
To forget your figure
Or lose it is some gas station
Bathroom
But I find, I find
That there's far more danger
In leaving all my hopes
Before the moon
And I lie, I lie
For the sake of all I've savored
To spare myself the racket, free the swine
And I find, my kind
For the river and the swimmer
I lay my weary head
Among the pines
Written by:
Ethan Charles Abramson
For the love of your god
I ain't going back there
There's too much I've burned
If the sun doesn't bind you too much
Leave your mind
We'll be friends hereafter
As long as we're blind
Dream while I drive
It's contrived, but I'm obliged
To give you an answer
Whenever you ask
And I've ruined the mine
And run, but never find
A sufficient hammer
To cleave 'tween our heads
And I try, I try
To make peace with danger
And dream of smaller mountains
To climb
And I find, I find
That if I keep the notion of you
Then there's nothing in line to fail
I've been told
That if I tear apart all your photos
I'm inclined to have
A much nicer time
I've skimmed the pages
And the facts and cries, mislabeled
As I'm trying to find the lessons
I've ignored
Dream while I drive
It's contrived, but I'm obliged
To give you an answer
Whenever you ask
And I've ruined the mine
And run, but never find
A sufficient hammer
To cleave 'tween our heads
And I try, I try
To forget your figure
Or lose it is some gas station
Bathroom
But I find, I find
That there's far more danger
In leaving all my hopes
Before the moon
And I lie, I lie
For the sake of all I've savored
To spare myself the racket, free the swine
And I find, my kind
For the river and the swimmer
I lay my weary head
Among the pines
Written by:
Ethan Charles Abramson