Letras: Eleventyseven. And The Land Of Fake Believe. Nostalgiatopia.

We could take this road to nowhere in my ?89
And floor it through state lines
And we?ll reach our destination whatever it might be
As long as you don?t leave

Cause I don?t ever want to slow this down
Everything I?ve ever wanted has been found
We could drive into the future with our memories
Holding on to how things used to be

We cold throw away our cell phone and only answer calls
Coming from the stars
We could catch the drive-in movies and let the hours pass
Cause nothing perfect can last