a mind that drives all night
crosses toll lanes and state lines
tunnels and bridges
taking in the division
between city streets and country back roads
let the empty cups collect
on the passenger side floor
living off coffee
southern cookin'
and convenience stores
i'll drive 'til daytimes blur
evenings seem the same
every sunrise is the same damn thing
every sunset is nothing new
who needs sleep when there's caffeine
and a steering wheel to grip
a country gone to hell
i'll document every inch
ink and film
i'll capture every second
in ink and film
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i took that picture when we all went to Bethany in the summer.
they made their own sign with marker and paper. prob couldn't even get the bumper stickers yet.
supportin' Obama before the hype, the t-shirts, the announcement of his VP...
respectable.
RSC needs a pit party.
so let's try and find a new pit.
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