To answer a question
It'll probably take more
If you're already there
Well, then you probably don't know
Well, we were the people
That we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

It's hard to get hold of
And hard to let go
Always something we look for
From the day we were born
Instead, we're the people that we wanted to know
And we're the places that we wanted to go

I don't feel and I feel great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads

I think I know my geography pretty damn well

I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket

You start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida

When the Earth folded in on itself,
You missed
Even as I left Florida
(You missed)
Far enough, far enough wasn't far enough
(You missed)

1996, 1997, 1998, we're all waiting for the year 2000
(Couldn't quite seem to escape myself)
(Couldn't quite seem to escape myself)
Just the smell of the summer can make me fall in love
(Far enough, far enough, far from Florida)

It was not the intention
But we let it all go
Well, it messed up the function
And sure fucked up the flow
I hardly have people that I needed to know
'Cause you're the people that I wanted to know
You're the places that I wanted to go
You're the places that I wanted to go
You're the places that I wanted to go
You're the places that I wanted to go