The angles you don't plan forThe things you might have missedThose things exist
But under the waxing winter sunI feel like we're almost goneJust pick a lane and drive right throughHeaded off to freedom with you
Dreams of the futureUp in the front of my mindLeave a couple dozen bodies behind
Pull your hair back tight
Head right for the extraction pointAnd if you don't hear from me
let them all go free
- The Mountain Goats, Extraction Point
