Seven hours till the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as I drive away
Your cigarettes are in the back seat
I cant bring myself to throw away
All of the film from the camera that took
All the pictures of the images in my mind
So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you wont have to feel torn
Pa** the churches full of guilted faith
They send there hangovers from last night
It won't do me any good to pray, cause even god knows
that you were right
And I was wrong but yeah it k**s me
that my kid will never know me, with another man by his side
So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you wont have to feel torn
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You wont have to feel torn
Have to feel torn
Thinking of you with my last breath