Roadhouse

It's not a kind fire, it's not a kind fire
It makes me what I am, an intimate destruction
I'm subjugated to these doldrum days
A drunken inquisition to what will never be
Last night I got married in my dream
To someone I could never know, they wish to bring me home
They said I can't comprehend a world without an ego
But it was nice enough to entertain the thought

These nights bear no more substance
Than the plains I go to in my dreams
A fruit-laden tree and none of it is falling
These open doors are gonna close soon

Popped eyes and lockjaw all about
Ten cups of coffee, I'm crushing it down
I've lost where I was, I know not where I'm going
The sea sighs and watches, it knows the end is coming

I don't need to know why, but I wanna feel it in me
I don't need to see them, but I need to know it someday

These nights bear no more substance
Than the plains I go to in my dreams
A fruit-laden tree and none of it is falling
These open doors are gonna close soon

There's more comfort in the silence now
Blue hue on the horizon, overgrown and longing
The rain wouldn't even make a difference
The next stop over, there are friends I'll never know
This day obscures my sight, I fear it
But I think I'm gonna see it clearly
I think I'm gonna see it clearly
I think I'm gonna see it clearly