Traverse City's gonna be our way out until we find our way home.
With smokes from the corner store and a bottle of whiskey if you're concerned.
The sun shines forever and the nights are long now my eyes droop down
as our bodies buzz.

The feeling's here, and heads are winding.
With everyone near, expressions unclear,
and the foggy stones draped by our toes
made us look up into our minds.
We climb up there just to see what we can find.

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