Probably Not

Driving through America tonight
I'm looking for a pattern in the hashed white line
As I think about the moon and more elusive celestial bodies
I wonder who else drives on through the night

Traffic wasn't busy in the end
Down here where the lights have turned to red
The air is cleaner than the papers said
I've been breathing fine

Should I be glad to live here and simmer in a melting pot?
Maybe California will take pity on the dreams I got

Probably not

So I wonder now:
Does anyone that live in LA really exist?
In this expansive simulation or apocalypse
I left a message with a friend in Encinitas
I got no reply

In learning to be gracious for the opportunities we've got
Will the universe reward us for an optimistic train of thought?

Probably not

Probably not
Probably not
Probably not
Probably not

Does anybody living out here really exist?
In this expanse of simulation or apocalypse
I surrender to the notion that everything comes true
Well am I willing now to give it all I've got?

Probably not
Probably not
Probably not
Probably not

The desolation across the desert floor
Holds you in a trance you can't ignore
Something feels different than before
But you don't know why



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Writer(s): Sam Weber
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