Connecticut
As the states get bigger, I feel so small
But they’re all so flat I can’t tell ‘em apart
And we drove that night Lubbock to Santa Fe
I closed my eyes slept the whole way
I'm sorry

I woke up to a desert mirage
Split my blurry eyes like a lion’s jaws
We’re two weeks in, nothing left to say
You smiled at me and looked away
Where are we

18 states we’re stuck in the car
Like a spaceship going out way past Mars
300 hours till we get home
But I still don’t know where we’ll go
In LA

We got out at the big Chevron
'Cause I gave you the directions wrong
Being lost with you ain’t lost at all
Don’t even care about where we are
It’s ok

I live so fast that I forget there’s a way out of Connecticut
I live so fast that I forget there’s a way out of Connecticut
I live so fast that I forget there’s a way out of Connecticut
I live so fast that I forget there’s a way out of Connecticut