Two weeks in the back seat and so I've seen enough for me.
Behind us never looked so gray. Maybe I'll see my very first day. Don't say that.
What am I supposed to do? Am I just supposed to pull the car over and tell everybody how much they mean to me? Am I supposed to stop everything and-- am I supposed to keep driving? Am I supposed to pretend that we're actually going to make it? This kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen. I thought I didn't want this vacation to--
Tension high in the Winnebago. Scared to bits as the shadows they grow. Hold your breath in the Winnebago. Today you'll see exactly how the sun glows.
Build a home out of me. Start a new family. And the blind will see.