Seeds - Live From The Corona Theatre, Montreal, Quebec/2011

the road bends long, like mother's arms
 reaching for these four black tires
 and through the night, our knuckles tight
 we knock off miles and yellow lines
 and when it all comes in it's the biggest thing
 it's the blooming night in the white of your bright blue eyes
 and when it all goes past, it's the fastest wind
 and we make it, we make it, we make it
 and we don't look back, cause we don't need that
 and we're going too fast, and we don't want to, don't want to
 crash
 the road comes round, it's a curving crown
 and our tired temples try and wear it proud
 cause you get away from all you made
 all the kid's mistakes you were taught to make
 but we don't look back, cause we don't need that
 and we're going too fast, and we don't want to, don't want to
 crash
 at last we stop when the night comes on
 and i drive into you, like i'm driven to do
 and when we then lie still, i still feel
 the road go, and them spinning wheels...
 (the minutes dropping off, the miles are dropping off...)
 (obedient kids, obedient kids, look what we missed, being obedient kids...)
 (we go by a million minds, we go by a million dreams, a million silent buried seeds
 we go by a million lives, we go by a million streets, million silent buried seeds...)
 (we are seeds...)
 and we don't look back, cause we don't need that
 and we're going too fast, and we don't want to, don't want to
 crash...