Maps For The Getaway - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

Parked outside the house we used to live

There’s a light left on inside

Think of all the days we’d spend

Orchestrating accidents

Lights that used to blind us

Somehow they will guide us through the night

Following the outline of your face

I can see your breath move in the dark

Through all the autopilot years

The tears of joy, the face of fear

Now that we’re not hiding

Somehow you’re still riding in my car

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays

All we have, all we have is

Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway

All we have, all we have is time

Parked outside the house we used to live

Staring down the green roof and the walls

The balcony, the hills, the pain

The years of hope, the months of rain

Now that we’re outside it, I guess we survived it after all

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays

All we have, all we have is

Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway

All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time

All we have is time

No white picket fence, no job with the government

All we have, all we have are

Mornings in bed, coffee and aspirin

All we have

No cash in the bank, no sign of yesterday

All we have, all we have is

Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway

All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time

All we have is time

All we have is time