Steal the last across the country under moonlight soft and wet And at the dead of night I hear from things you can't forget Spend daylight in dark tunnels where the demons rave One day closer everyday to Tyler Lamber's grave Shoplift when you have to, keep your visor low If your hunger shames you never let them know Feel your sadness lifting, ride it like a wave
That sets you gently down beside Tyler Lambert's grave Fall into a pattern, never get unstuck Anyone who can't relate should thank God for his love Young man in a yellow tie, hair gel in his hair No context for the picture, just kind of standing there Try to step outside the shadow of your great catastrophe Dream all night of freedom, never wake up free