Past the last exit, pedal to the floor, no radio,
thoughts in surround sound stereo, blastin’
with two bars in his head, ain’t right, so revise, rewrite
and remember her reaction
to the first song written where she was the subject
and how her face turned red like the sunset
in his rearview, as he hits the interstate
listenin’ to art that his life imitates
art imitates life imitates art
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other starts
Especially when you’re an artist
And you know words fall short,
but you’re still usin’ ‘em regardless
He writes the verses in his head
and spits ‘em to the wind, over and over again
with no beat, half a hook written to it
Now he only hopes that she’ll listen to it, even though...

Halfway is as far he can get
Deep down he knows
But he’s still got his hands on the wheel,
foot on the accelerator, eyes on the road

He was an amateur philosopher and part time MC
She liked to do like the dew on the leaves
and shimmer in the sunrise every Saturday
It should have come as no surprise
that she’d eventually evaporate
He didn’t know what to make of her at first
and bit by bit, by accident, he started painting her in verse
She’d appear in the margins of notebooks
In between lines of poetry and logic formulas
And when they started to get close enough,
sparks flew, and for the first time they both opened up
Philosophy and poetry and music
spillin’ out onto the grass at the park
where they’d laugh after dark
just to soak in the moonlight and bask in the stars
He shakes his head, and he’s back in his car
Freestylin’ out loud to keep from cryin’
Doin’ 95, halfway to the horizon, even though…

Halfway is as far he can get
Deep down he knows
But he’s still got his hands on the wheel,
foot on the accelerator, eyes on the road

She couldn’t understand the paradox
when he attempted to explain it that day
That between every point A and every point B
is an infinite series of halfways
And mathematically, all movement is just an illusion
She knew it wasn’t true, and she said that she could prove it
She moved in, closed her eyes, and then they kissed
The uniformity of nature crumbled in between their lips
And he knew it was impossible; it couldn’t exist
but he preferred reality like this
And when she left, he didn’t know what was real or true
All he knew is what he had to do
So he’ll pretend that the smile on her lips exists
And seem to make some sense from this darkness
And imagine seeing her from across infinity
And dream of moving toward her regardless, even though…

Halfway is as far he can get
Deep down he knows
But he’s still got his hands on the wheel,
foot on the accelerator, eyes on the road