Here's to New Shortcuts
It's no mistake where these highways lie.
Completely divided and hiding inside our one sided lives.
I heard the sun doesn't shine on the other side,
Well, that's a lie.
The pavements fried.
Well you go your way, and I'll go my way,
She'll go her way and we'll go no where.
It's no mistake where these highways lie,
Mostly a color line.
