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
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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