I was lost for a while in a mirrored hallway of a high-rise hotelnUmbrella drink in my hand, sitting downnSaw ten thousand me's, numb cocaine teeth in their chattering mouthsnThought about home, thought about death, thought about moving southnRodeo wind blew in, now the candle's out and everyone's scarednCall my broker, sell everything, I want to be preparednHeard the cavalry cry of my girl for the night when I entered hernSounded so fake, always feels fake, finishes and then it feels worsennEvery hallway has a cameranEvery hallway has a camera don't you knownThey never let you open the windownThey never let you open the windownnSmoke signals of thought, white ribbons of lossnHigh above the tree line, they cry outnnI froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas stripnMy brother hunched over in the bushes getting sicknSecurity knew took one look and threw us outnLife's not fairnI tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionairenThe mechanical world, a loud sound you've never heard that's always therenRadio's trailing through the desert, keep driving until you disappearnWe made a gentlemen's pact: no stopping, no looking backnLace those shoes. nTake the first stepnTake the next stepnThat's a boy! nIt is never too soonnnAll that you keep is the journey, all you keep are the spaces in betweennIt's not the fresh start or the endingnAll that you keep is the journeynnSmoke rings round my thoughtsnBlue ribbons at the dawnnHigh beyond the tree line we pass outnSmoke signals of thought, white ribbons of lossnHigh above the tree line they cry out