Sanoja: Remember Maine. East Bound Traffic.

Could we make up our minds tonight
Will we open up our eyes
Burning pages I'm pouring out on
Will your innocence contest
Will you be like the rest

Wake up the time has come to make up for what you have done
Maybe my answers are not out east
Well at least I still breathe

Longing for lovers that have long since discovered
The truth behind these dreams
Eastbound traffic has led me to rush our scene

I'm not coming home, this time I'm letting go
Of all of my pain, I leave it to you
Too much to contain now there's nothing to lose
I'm not coming home, this time I'm letting go
Of all of my pain, I leave it to you
Too much to contain now there's nothing to lose

Maybe my answers are not out east
Well at least I still breathe
Maybe my answers are not out east
Well at least I still breathe


Longing for lovers that have long since discovered
The truth behind these dreams
Eastbound traffic has led me to rush our scene
Rush our scene

Contemplating our love is fading
And I'm not holding back tears anymore
Contemplating our love is fading
And I'm not holding back these tears anymore

I'm not coming home, this time I'm letting go
Of all of my pain, I leave it to you
Too much to contain now there's nothing to lose

I'm not coming home, this time I'm letting go
Of all of my pain, I leave it to you
Too much to contain now there's nothing to lose