it's a long drive south on 35nthe sun has bleached out the skyntexas stretched widenI'm swallowed insidenand this trip has just begunnnI know someone is waiting for menstill where the winter wind blowsnwhen I arrive it can't be soon enoughnso we're singing from open to closennI'm outside on your doorstepnwe'll film this all in one takenyour arms stretched widenno better place to hidendon't tell me if I'm not awakennI know someone is waiting for menstill where the winter wind blowsnwhen I arrive it can't be soon enoughnso we're singing from open to closenn