Seven hours till the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as I drive away
Your cigarettes are in the back seat

I can't bring myself to throw away

All of the film from the camera that took

All the pictures of the images in my mind

So I'll drive a straight line

When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you wont have to feel torn


Pass the churches full of guilted faith
They send there hangovers from last night

It won't do me any good to pray, cause even god knows
That you were right


And I was wrong but yeah it kills me
That my kid will never know me, with another man by his side


So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone

Then you wont have to feel torn

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


So I'll drive a straight line
When I cross the state line

Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone

So I'll drive a straight line

When I cross the state line
Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone


You wont have to feel torn
Have to feel torn


Thinking of you with my last breath