To The Streets Lyrics

The last brake lights that I seen

Got off at West thirty three

And since we did part…

I been here the dark…

My eyes getting dry in the heat

There's no signs lining the road

The lines cross patterns and flows

There's no telling when

They're driving me in

That ditch there calling me home

Keep your eyes on the solid line

Cause it don't ever work your mind

And if it splits two

Hope that God is with you

And his guardrails keep you all alive

I ran out into the street

The hills all burn in the heat

I wake 'hind the wheel

Raindrop on windshield

A rearview car joins the beat