Fleeting Moments

I've always liked songs about Ohio but I've never been there Well I think I drove through Cincinnati once A cold grey concrete blur, and Indiana all the same That corner of it anyway Blurry eyed from the fast dashes of streetlights on the interstate, we are all just passing by This is what it looks like spirits in flight To quick for the naked eye These things you think about staring out the window on long drives Life is fleeting, cherish what you manage to hang on to I'll keep my empty hands folded in my lap While I bleed into the back ground noise Embraced by the engines hum