Letra de Destination: Not At Home

So the cities run in lines
Down Highway Number 95
A via, an ave to those inside
Who hasn't the interest or the time
To [?] miles and lose some mind
When I stretch a life across such lines?
Of course I relate, so I quote/unquote
"Woke with a piece of past that's caught in my throat"
When I stretch a life across such lines
And that's fine
[?]
So the cities run in lines
Down Highway Number 95
A via, an ave to those inside
Who hasn't the interest or thе time
To see those miles and losе some mind
When I stretch a life across such lines?
Of course I relate, so I quote/unquote
"Woke with a piece of past caught in my throat"
When I stretch a life across such lines
And that's fine
[?]
Who hasn't the interest or the time?
Well, that's fine
Sometimes
Who hasn't the interest or the time?
Well, that's fine
Someday