"The edge of the earth is where you are Wednesday or Thursday, tired of everything ... every feeling ... every situation ... 'til the car is the last refuge. In January, in the freeze, sleeping for a few hours and waking up to the wet shining starlight through street lamps ... and fighting on the way to St. Paul, from Chicago in that old car, bleeding filthy plastic smelling of 1967. Maybe no one will give you a second thought, in a world filled with radios and telephones, old pictures of runaway children too young to tell the truth ... they're sorry they're lying ... screaming and driving off the edge of the earth ..."
Edge of the Earth - From the Mad July EPListen To Edge of the Earth
Thursday, in my car
You’re Cryin’, it’s too far
Monday, you’re sleeping
On Blankets, you’re dreamin
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell off the edge of the earth
Hopeless, the sunrise
Is waking, in your eyes
Dirty, and dying
The streetlights, are smiling
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell off the edge of the earth
Freezin’, on the highway
Hold onto, the skyway
Screamin’, and driving
I’m sorry, I’m lyin’
Your hair, on blankets
Starts shinin’, they're still wet
Plastic -- Is crackin’
The vinyl -- the backing
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell off the edge of the earth
You fell of the edge ...