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