we both drive home from benton harbor, michigannnwith snow-covered headlights, nnlost the pathnnwe ended up in strip club parking mallsnni dont know why we didnt turn backnnwith the clear headlights run down 90/94 nnthrough indiana's empty promised landnnno one had much to saynni wish we would have said morennbut we never knew that you wouldnt be here soon.nnnni dropped you off in a desert of blue screensnnwith computer palm trees as streetlightsnnwishing there was on ocean herennthere were once mountains in this placennall our friends are hiding in tall buildings like retirement campsnnpigeons cant fly away far enough not to freezennoh, from your point of view i want to be there soonnnoh, from your point of view i want to be there soonnnnnfrom tall buildings we can see illinois mountains fell with me