Story Behind The Song

was on a road trip driving through a terrible storm, with no visibility but the lights of the semi trucks ahead. I was thinking about how we drive through all these small towns that you'd never know existed, but people have entire universes inside of them. Leads me to thoughts on the ever-changing meaning we ascribe to life as we pass through.

Song Description

was on a road trip driving through a terrible storm, with no visibility but the lights of the semi trucks ahead. I was thinking about how we drive through all these small towns that you'd never know existed, but people have entire universes inside of them. Leads me to thoughts on the ever-changing meaning we ascribe to life as we pass through.

Lyrics

left the door unlocked and i had to turn around cause i couldn't forget it
the low cello of a highway road on a tuesday morning
the gone again blue in the sky and the traffic's on the news and we're slowly rollin'

i was meant to call a friend but i'd rather pretend that i got too busy
but the truth is that too many words in a mile and i'm getting dizzy

we keep driving 'til the end of the road
maybe there's something on the way to home
it's not what you do, it's what you mean
it's not what it is, it's what it seems
and we're living off the moonbeams
reflected from a semi

life is a breath between two bookends, and i don't know how to read
and it's the space between two trees that keep moving in the breeze
i wanted to go, i wanted to see
what sort of space could live inside me

chorus

interlude
chorus +
we keep driving til the end of the road
we're not stopping til we're home
it's not what i left behind
it's what i thought i'd find
here at the end of the road
road
road

it's a tuesday night and we've almost died
if not for the moonbeam of a semi.