Sunrise Highway

take me back, to the end of the island
early ’94 in the dead of winter
before the hedge funds bought all the sand
before the century came to an end

are you waiting for me
standing on that point of land
where the atlantic meets the sound and
everything’s going according to plan

and we’re at the head of a table in a house full of windows
at the end of an island that only the sunrise knows

the northern lights from providence
bleed into the milky way
and the whole wide world
stays a safe distance away

we’ll meet under the lighthouse
embrace on top of the bluff
the light will erase the time between us
once again we’ll be the ones

at the head of a table in a house full of windows
at the end of an island that only the sunrise knows

so i’m in a 20 year old car
with a dream baby dream i drive
ever eastward ever eastward ever eastward
into the sunrise

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