too late to catch me i'm asleep behind the wheel
to make a life worth nothing feel so beautiful
too bad it came to this the ship went on and on
too far ahead of anyone to climb above
i'd lose a man on a mission
i'd lose self control
i'd lose a man on a mission
with you out in the cold
parades of dead meat mixed in all the highway meals
the sweetened grease is all i need to feel full
light rides on summer night the lonely traceless miles
the waiting ghosts of grace are staying for a while
i'd lose a man on a mission
i'd lose self control
i'd lose a man on a mission
with you out in the cold