Restless on the hill, broke down on its side
That lucky cigarette ain't gonna be lucky tonight
'Cause they missed the proper exit, they crossed that fine-line
Now those two hopeless are gonna die in the desert tonight
Hind sight you wish had worked to point in other ways
Your kind, bright wishes turn into what others say
It felt another way
All of the dark curved roads descending in the abyss
I look straight over the hill and all I see is that blackness
And all lights are going away
And all the trees are going away
All the footsteps have gone away
Stuck in the mud wheels turning away
Hind sight you wish had worked to point in other ways
Your kind, bright wishes turn into what others say
It felt another way
It felt another way
It felt another way
It felt another way
