From The Desk Of B. Larsen

We drove through the night
 Listening to Pavement on the stereo
 And wondering to ourselves
 Will we see the sunrise
 Before the drugs wear off?
 Crossed so many borders
 That cease to exist, at least for now
 And at this hour
 All fears and reservations
 Escape through open windows into the southern skies
 And we're getting good
 At passing out in motion
 Or on strangers floors
 And our wandering hearts
 Numb our blistered fingers
 And our burning throats
 Tomorrow is the same
 It's just another repeat of today
 The smile and the wave
 Can we stay above the surface
 Without feeling glossy?
 Can we climb that stage again?
 To entertain the ghosts an maybe ourselves
 And then pass out
 Our blood has mixed
 And we are one and we will get through this
 And we're getting good
 At passing out in motion
 Or on strangers floors
 And our wandering hearts
 Numb our blistered fingers
 And our burning throats
 Our blood has mixed
 And we are one
 We will get through this
 Our blood has mixed
 And we are one
 We will get through this
 And we're getting good
 At passing out in motion
 Or on strangers floors
 And our wandering hearts
 Numb our blistered fingers
 And our burning throats