a medio camino halfway to old chino no one even knows I’m coming home i’m driving through the night and the sky is still quite bright and I don’t really mind that I’m alone. but as the pink fades to blue my mind starts to fill with you and with the stars in my eyes it comes as no surprise... to the red moon the soothing sounds of engines created by the sentients calms me right down into my core for wayward are the wanderers populating these vast boulevards creating not a symphony but a drone but as the pink fades to blue my mind starts to fill with you and with the stars in my eyes it comes as no surprise... to the red moon