Testo Power Lines

I woke up in a car with my clothes in the trunk; when I was young I swore that I could save the world. Maybe guys like me weren't meant to be but I've got these filtered cigarettes and this beat up guitar. We live our lives like we're calling a bluff and all these miles are not enough. I want to feel every last breath that I've got left in me. I made it down the coast with an empty wallet; a thousand miles out and the motor's stalling. This old radio is shot and we've lost all control; following the power lines; the static air will bite your every wound. We've fallen sick; the symptons persist but we'll fly on through the dusk and summer. These cloudy eyes will see the world while you stay home; fall in love like the first time