State Line- Butch Walker

Seven hours 'till the moon sleeps
I Lose my mind as I drive away.
Your cigarettes are in the back seat
I can't bring myself to throw away

all of the film from the camera that took
all the pictures of the images in my mind.

So I'll drive a straight line
right across the state line,
out on to the ocean,
In a moment I'll be gone
and you wont have to feel torn.

Pass the churches filled with quilted faith;
they send there hangovers from last night.
It wont do me any good to pray, cause even God knows
that you were right.

And I was wrong, and yet it kills me
that my kid will never know me
with another one by his side.

So I'll drive a straight line
when I cross the state line,
out on to the ocean.
In a moment, I'll be gone,
then you wont have to feel torn.

In a moment, I'll be gone;
you wont have to feel torn.

Thinking of you with my last breath...