We trailed power lines, their silent silhouettes came beforenThe night had dawned it's awkwardness upon our drivenWhen I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my handnWhen I grabbed my bags I put your heart into my handnnWe float on broke roads that mend our laden soulsnInto this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes,nAhead of the lights on the roadnAhead of the signs, ahead of the end that is nearnSinclairnnYour head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen beforenWe played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaurnnThe photos of rest stops the maps that we chopped upnThe long ways the back drops our lonely hearts in demandnnWe float on broke roads that mend our laden soulsnInto this land untried as I drive ahead of eyes,nAhead of the lights on the roadnAhead of the signs, ahead of the end that is nearnnWe shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxesnWe catalog those misplaced memoriesnnWe shuttered and sent our hearts to framed boxesnWe briefly forgot our troubled historiesnYour head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen beforenWe played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaurnYour head in my hand and the sign that you swore you had seen beforenWe played in the sand and you crawled upon a green dinosaurn