I’ve been grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw
I’ve been chewing on the inside of my cheek the way my sister does
I’ve been holding my breath, changing lanes with my fingers crossed
Wasting my prayers on yellow lights and parking spots

If I can just get east of Barstow, I know I’ll be okay
I don’t really have a reason, I just need to get away
I just need to see the stars again, despite it’s being a cliché
If I can just get east of Barstow, I’ll be okay

I’ve been wincing at crescendos, airplanes out of sight
My overheated heart falls backwards into a bucket of ice
Helicopters stringing overhead, their metronomic spider eyes
Blinking red through the demi-dark, saturated city night sky

Even in the middle of the night, when I’m just lying in bed
I can hear the infinite squall of pavement and tire treads
Madness filling up the blank space, that’s the circular breath of the interstate
It’s the reason and the way I think I want to get away again

If I can just get east of Barstow, I know I’ll be okay
I don’t really have a reason, I just need to get away
I just need to see the stars again, despite it’s being a cliché
If I can just get east of Barstow, I’ll be okay