Never more carefree
Than when you're lost
And don't know it yet
That mountain that shouldn't
Be there wakes you up
From the music blasting
Singing at the top of your lungs
Three hours the wrong way
To turn or not turn back
Push on to another life
Existence is so temporary
And your favorite sickle moon
Is just rising over there
The bright rim of a cup
Lifting the darkness to your lips
Rolling all the windows down
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