Drive your car into
The frozen heart of Runway Two
Stars have never looked so close
Never felt so useless

You stared at your prize
Until you went cross-eyed
From the imperfection
Lost all directive
I know you're out there somewhere

You should know
To leave well enough alone
You should go home
And I'll go home
We'll sit alone
And we'll both be happy

Don't stop now
You're almost done
Keep going 'til
You find a place for everything

Keep on digging
In hopes of finding something
Though my back is aching
I wouldn't change a thing