Under the dashboard oil and cherries
I push my back into the metal
We were almost at the border
I’d never seen the end of the night
Or the bottom of the water
I put my hands out on the leather
I press my face against the glass
Counting the fires along the road
Somewhere out past the edge of the light
They’re never gonna know
There’s a limit across the line
I’ll be letting in all the light
There’s a satellite in the sky
I’d never seen the end of the night
Or the bottom of the water
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