We’re in a little parked car
Looking up at the stars
We took the codes and ran
Down some empty land
‘n all the stash was frozen
It wasn’t even cold then
Cigarettes in our mouths
We’ll take our numbers down south
Miles go silently
Trying to stick the landing
Crossing an ancient rock line
Children of the earth
Reclined the vinyl seats
We’ll make it out alright
Dangerous to ink out
Memorized like scripture
Lawless phrases
Lawless phrases
Miles… we’re losing count
Trying to find our landing
Crossing an ancient rock line
Children of the earth