A Night Without Cars (Boyd Brandon)

Picture this, a falling star Adorns a kite string The two of us are holding fast Oh where will the fall leave us You were a prisoner And so was I Another hunter Open eyed Into the arms of A threat that's real This is our burden We've got to find another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out When there is nothing holding you So run like a caribou Whoa oh oh oh Picture this, a night without cars Just hooves and long legs The two of us are horned and proud The city is ours again You were a prisoner And so was I Another hunter Open eyed Into the arms of a threat that's real This is our burden We've got to find Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out If there is nothing holding you So run like a caribou Whoa Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out If there is nothing haunting you So run like a caribou Whoa