Slurring The Rhythms

Slurring The Rhythms

Against Me!
(album: As The Eternal Cowboy)

There was cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details.
We left them all behind, we left them all behind.
There was a place for there was a time for, we arrive to leave again,
there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections.

I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to me hungry, exhausted and alone.
Direction is a point, direction is a purpose, destination is a reason to live...and this makes a heart beat.

This could be any day, this could be any year.
This could be any stage, this could be any city.
All that matters is we´re moving on.
The roadside graveyards pass and we escape,
we escape, we escape, we escape repeating.
And this construction of a nation building up
and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again.
Trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past to escape those pasts, en route to arrival.
We´re never going home.