So when are you coming home, sweet angel?
Which is apropos because my boyfriend went to Brown County, Indiana this weekend on a mountain biking and camping trip, and today he's spending the majority of his waking hours driving back while we anxiously await him.
The rest of the song doesn't super fit -- it's kinda depressing and I'm feeling very up. So maybe I'll just close with these road trip like lyrics:
I wish I was travelin' on a freeway
Beneath this graveyard western sky.
I'm gonna set fire to this city
And out in the desert, yeah, we're gonna ride.
Time and time again...
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