Pushing forward, highway miles are cheaper than in townnIf you left something behind we'll try your best not to let it get you downnThe city's full of bullshit, I don't sleep there anymorenI don't want it's schmoozy eagerness, I don't want to be it's whorennBut we, we are so awestruck by the way that things just arenLike the way the sun shines 'till it's night timenWe fall asleep to the sound of passing carsnnIt's that sinking sunken feelingnThat you get on the roofs of tall buildingsnStaring out over the bay or broken cityscapes that make you crynAnd it's not sad you just don't know how to begin to ask whynnJust a few more cigarettes and I'll come back insidenAnd do you ever get the feelingnSomething somewhere in you is still alivenAnd saying Oh and it's a big life, as big as it can benAnd if you cannot see the beauty well don't give up so easilynAnd it's a weak-kneed conversation telling your new revelationnTo a choir of a more cynical naturennBeing your ego and your idnThe part that swears to you you'll never want kidsnThe part that drinks away each nightnAnd in the morning wakes at ten and goes to worknnSo let's not be so bitter at least not just yetnI keep meaning to say everything's oknWell how presumptuous is that?nnAnd sure we all get hurt sometimesnAnd sure we all feel ashamednBut if our friends can't help us through these thingsnI don't know what friendship meansnAnd I don't know just what it is I'm trying to say