There is something
Exciting about leaving everything behind
There is something
Deep and pulling leaving everything behind
Something about having everthing
You think you'll ever need
Sitting in the seat next to you
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beside us
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beneath us
Away away
There is yelling
Of an engine
A constant rattling door
There is serious
Deep and mumbles
A conversation I'm not in
Flickering lights
Shadows of trees
Makes me blink my eyes
Makes the land
Appear like a really old movie
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beside us
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beneath us
Away away
I got a heart full of rubberbands
That keep... getting... caught on... things
And I count
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
I drift off at eighty-something
And I count
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Out of time with the music
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beside us
And I count
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beneath us
There is something
Exciting about leaving everything behind
There is something
Deep and pulling leaving everything behind
Something about having everthing
You think you'll ever need
Sitting in the seat next to you...