I’m feeling cold, and caught up in this
All these little details, clog my synapses
And all the words I wish I never said
All the things I wish I had, follow me around

I’d be on my way over state lines
If I thought there were some answers to find
Oh, anywhere out there
anything to set forth this calm

Everyone thinks they have the worst sicknesses
Everyone thinks they are the worst off
But the hands of time spare no one
So spare me this static and pick me up
We'll sing our harmonies and clap our hands
We’ll find the rhythm yet

I’d be on my way over state lines
anything to set forth this calm