Interstate

If I was good, would you stick around? Would you set your hackles down? Blazing through the Interstate Feel your hand on my face Headlights bleeding out I wanna be the flock before dawn The small bird muscles on, commonly I wanna scream, and let it all out Be the storm that wrecks the cloud, unfaltering Half-myself on the Interstate The rain hits the wiper blades relentlessly If I was good, would I swallow my pride? Take you in the slanting light I wanna be the best thing you've found The penny on the ground, sparkling I wanna scream, wanna not make a sound Be the sky, the earth, the crowning sun from behind me Warming us commonly