Wednesday night at five o'clock
Fit all we can between four doors
Electricity in the summer heat
We head for roads not known before
Across the border, swallowed by night
We try to grasp fragmented rest
Towns pass with stories untold
800 miles to the Midwest
Lightning strikes aid our way
Slivers of light
Like premonitions show
What's to come
Of these next five days
Brush night aside
Through Minnesota
Enter in the morning light
New faces are a whirlwind
Which ones will stay? Which ones will fade?
Over time will they all have thinned?
Lightning strikes in the night
Slivers of light
Like premonitions show
Of what's to come
Of these memories
Only time will know