“Route” by Son Volt

“And it’s now or never, too close to the latter. We’re all living proof that nothing lasts.”

Reality, it burns
The way we’re living is worse
The pillars of inspiration are all falling down
The clean up won’t work
While the fallout goes on

And it’s now or never, too close to the latter
We’re all living proof that nothing lasts

Standing in the neutral zone
Living on sleep deprivation
The rural route sleeps
While the city bleeds all over itself

Over the falls in a barrel
Is where the answers have gone

The Mother Road remains
But it provides no more
It can only take us away

Southbound
You can taste the weather
It feels like home

Now or never, too close to the latter
We’re all living proof that nothing lasts

Here for now, transient tomorrow
We’re all living proof that nothing lasts

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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