We’ve been walking down this road for what feels like 40 miles,                           my thumbing arm has dropped down to my side.
And the ticks and mosquitoes will eat us alive if, by sundown, we haven’t found a ride.

Ian – It’s hard to stay warm when you’re following a storm to a town that shuts down at nine at night.

James – It’s like clutching to the coattails of your dark and angry mother, you still gotta love because she gave you life

Ian – And it’s hard to stay composed when you’re walking towards a sun that plans to give at least three more hours of light.

James – And it doesn’t seem tough, in foresight or hind, to not lose your mind, but it’s different when you’re in it than what you were thinking of…

It may be cold, and it may be wet.                                                                                Or I may be hot, and drenched in sweat.
But, as I look into that crimson sunset, I know tonight brings no regrets.
The stars are out, and the interstate is dead;
I could lay down in the middle of this barren isle of pavement,
And look into the eyes of the lovely night sky
Until I rise to my feet in sync with the morning sunlight.

The cold Montana wind stings my face and wets my eyes.
And as I breathe it in, a stranger pulls off to the side.
So now as you and I pass all of these white and yellow dashed lines,
In my mind no regrets exist. Our lives are full, they’re ours to live.