Hitchin' a Ride, Pt. 2

Rolling a dose on the cold backroads Hitchin a ride on the old backbone If sense is impeached, don’t worry I know where to go This dusty trail leads straight to the unknown And I’m so damn tired Of waking up hazy Thinking of maybe And there’s no way I’ll survive Unless somebody saves me It’s driving me crazy Falling asleep on the way back home The gentle sway of the old backbone Follow the stars and you can’t go too far wrong And if all else fails we’ll wait until morning comes Is it too much to ask for a little navigation? Can’t be the only one in the same situation We approach all our fears with the same trepidation And greet their response with the same exasperation And its only devastating me Can you see the cold water rising? Can you feel your soul synthesising? As the sun dipped below the horizon I sensed there was no harm in trying To take the backbone to the sky and Roll a dose for the ride and meet you there