Mike Markers

Duration

4:34

Genres

Hard Rock

Lyrics

I'm drivin' past. Mile marker 3. It feels like I've been here before. A frilly cross. Like plastic knives. Juts from the ground. On the shoulder. Another mile. Fades like a thought. Of monuments. Made of flowers. Those left behind. Visit this loop. And dedicate with plastic towers. My GPS. Ain't workin as. I drive across. Curvy mountains. How far is it? What time is it? Tell me if it's day or night out. It's the point of departure. The last place on earth you'll take a breath. You don't know it when you cross it, But that mile marker is your last. I've heard it said. Six teens have died. On this stretch. Their high school photographs mark each mile. With bottled smiles and green ambition, these snapshots prove the efforts of the living to connect with the other side at the moment of escape. It's the point of departure. The last place on earth you'll take a breath. You don't know it when you cross it, But that mile marker is your last. As a newborn child. You've got that. New car smell. After a few miles, the scent fades. and You can't tell. And we drive on. And we drive on. Another marker. And yet we drive on. You hear that car horn ? You hear that woman screaming? You feel the g-force pulling as you feel your life force spinning. I'm driving past mile marker 6. I could swear I've been here before. I see the sign, just like a grave, I hear the rain on cold wet asphalt. But I can't feel the steering wheel. I t jerks around without my control. What's that I see? A picture of me. Pinned to a cross at Mile Marker 7. It's the point of departure. The last place on earth you'll take a breath. You don't know it when you cross it, But that mile marker is your last.