Curse of the I - 5 Corridor

I waited too long to write this down The startling sensation is fading The sweet, sweet burn of the first drink of the night, underage Knowing that you're gonna get away with it You were a good man before you knew it And I'm not vain enough to think That I'd have been good for you if I'd stayed In the current of your life I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes And now I'm so scared about mystery I fear I smell extinction in the folds of this novocaine age comin' on I miss the smell of mystery Reverb leaking out of tavern doors And not knowing how the sounds were made So I left home and faked my ID I fucked every man that I wanted to be I was so stupid then Why should mystery give it's life for me? Baby, I'm afraid But it's not your fault Maybe I should go home alone tonight Baby, I'm afraid But it's not your fault Maybe I should go home alone tonight Now I see you in our old home Where I'm always scared to go Those 30 garbage miles Making wet cigarette butts and used tires To be poor as the anchor that makes us so sure Your sandy voice across my brow You haven't aged a day Is it because you took a shortcut That makes people say you're crazy? Is it true You're a time traveler, you? Is it true? I've seen crazy too Well, can it be a comfort between us? Because I never want to know for sure Baby, I'm afraid But it's not your fault Maybe I should go home alone tonight Baby, I'm afraid But it's not your fault Maybe I should go home alone tonight Now I write this in a pale town Where excitement is a yellow curb My dream awake leaps through my window from the highway You turn my head and set the brake too late Release the tears of metric tons The crash, it comes, comes, comes And pours down my public face Behind a reservoir of collarbones And forms two private lakes, lakes, lakes Baby, I'm afraid Orbit is so easy, you haven't gained a day We're two self fulfilling prophecies Who don't even have each other Not that we would ever get away with it