Miscellaneous Lyrics

7 hour drive

Corn fields and model houses

There's nothing here but time

Passing like the washed out exit signs

There's something in the great mundane

That kinda makes you contemplate

Somewhere in a fly by state

Nothing matters but this empty lane

Speeding through oblivion

Drifting out of significance

A strange sweet deliverance

You don't know until it hits

I wanna stay lost in the miscellaneous

If I'm so small, what's it matter in the end?

I'm letting go of the wheel

'Cause I think I might be happier

Knowing that I'm just a passenger

Lost in the miscellaneous

Dawn turns to dusk

Motels and burned out street signs

Rail roads and rust

Small towns and cities, broke down and busy

I wanna take it all in

Feel the air on my skin

I'm but a whisper in the wind

I wanna stay lost in the miscellaneous

If I'm so small, what's it matter in the end?

I'm letting go of the wheel

'Cause I think I might be happier

Knowing that I'm just a passenger

Lost in the miscellaneous

I'm just a passenger

I'm letting go of the wheel

Lost in the miscellaneous

If I'm so small, what's it matter in the end?

I'm letting go of the wheel

'Cause I think I might be happier

Knowing that I'm just a passenger

Lost in the miscellaneous