Maps for the Getaway

Parked outside the house we used to live There's a light left on inside Think of all the days we'd spend Orchestrating accidents Lights that used to blind us Somehow they will guide us through the night Following the outline of your face I can see your breath move in the dark Through all the autopilot years The tears of joy, the face of fear Now that we're not hiding Somehow you're still riding in my car No cash in the bank, no paid holidays All we have, all we have is Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway All we have, all we have is time Parked outside the house we used to live Staring down the green roof and the walls The balcony, the hills, the pain The years of hope, the months of rain Now that we're outside it, I guess we survived it after all No cash in the bank, no paid holidays All we have, all we have is Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway All we have, all we have is time All we have is time All we have is time No white picket fence, no job with the government All we have, all we have are Mornings in bed, coffee and aspirin All we have No cash in the bank, no sign of yesterday All we have, all we have is Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway All we have, all we have is time All we have is time All we have is time All we have is time