Not long until we're there it's in the air How long until we're there I wouldn't dare speculate the journey ahead I've heard the heavens are storm-less there We've left a dried up river bed heading for the promise land I've got a glass jar of memories I've been collecting old tragedies I've heard of remedies And we set out to discover the remedies And we'll stay out until we run into remedies We've chosen quiet ways around the bend We've sought alternate ways in our head We've taken consequence I'll drive the sun is burning or eyes You drive us through the night, tired eyes Hoping our bearing's right And we set out to discover the remedies And we'll stay out until we run into remedies