Slipping Through Your Hands

I was not the master of your fate

I was not the author of your dreams

Out here on this lonely interstate

I am neither here nor there it seems

Out here on the edges of the night

Where the desert meets the city lights

I see faces I had long forgotten

They appear like ghosts in the headlights

And it's been a long time

Since we crossed that line

It's been a long time

Slipping through your hands

Slipping through your hands

It's been a long time

Since we left those dreams behind

It's been a long time

Slipping through your hands

Slipping through your hands

Slipping through your hands

Slipping through your hands