Текст Citizen – Untitled

Forced to cope with every roadblock
This drive placed in our way.
On and on, we’re holding back.
On and on, I’m trying to forget

I think my sanity’s closing with the day.
I’d like to think that we move on and on and on to better things.

A night stranded in Cleveland was the
Only thing we needed to get this fucking town on the move.
(A ten hour drive, yet so close to home.)