White Lies Of The Freeway Lyrics - Fairfax, Ak

I didn't wear a helmet that night 

Just so the wind could clear my head 

All my mistakes have first names 

I hope the rain will wash my hands 

Yellow fingers cut through highway 

The horizon curves the white lines don't 

Words of poets waft on the gasoline 

I spread the ashes of my heart in the American sun 

She is a ripple 

And I am a chrome jackknife skirting the edge of her wake 

I searched for freedom 

In the stone of the two-lane, where secrets live in the dust 

But I found nothing but capsized dreams 

And I realized what I had become 

First light crept in and peeled back my skin 

I changed my clothes but not my mind 

Forever a prisoner of the white lies of the freeway