Our Lady of Route 80

Who give up on life, like a suicide;
Just turn out all the lights and then head outside;
Cause it was 15 miles to back of your mind;
Where the baritone sang, and the tenor died.

Just give up, alright, and try to feel alright;
We've been trying too hard, and getting nothing right;
Let the world fall apart, by the side of the road;
Everything falls apart, if it doesn't explode.

But it dont, matter much, Angela;
You could be another one;
You could make me change my mind.

Oh we could give up, give up, give up, alright;
Let it all fall apart, till you feel alright;
Cmon and give up, give up, give up, alright;
But it would still be us, and we'd still be here tonight.

Everyone you loved, everyone you make;
Is a mixed up bundle of hope and regrets;
And the east coast blues are back for more;
Like a hungry ghost, scratching at your door.

And the highway light is for serious minds;
Measure your life in railroad ties;
You thought dropping out, was all it took;
But giving up is harder than it looks.

And it dont, matter much, Angela;
You could be another one;
You could make me change my mind.

Oh we could give up, give up, give up, alright;
Let it all fall apart, till you feel alright;
Cmon and give up, give up, give up, alright;
But it would still be us, and we'd still be here tonight.

The highway light is for, serious minds;
And you're, breaking down, on the Georgia state line.

Cmon and give up, give up, give up, alright;
Let it all fall apart, till you feel alright;
Cmon and give up, give up, give up, alright;
But it would still be us, and we'd still be here tonight.