Along For The Ride
Mates of State Lyrics


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The boxes piled high. no order, no mind. I'll save the work for you,
'cause I'll be busy sorting through the merrier designs I make inside.
And on the hollowest pages, the pen dissolves without the bait.
Don't try to be a model. don't want to waste more space.
Oh, look at our models. oh, the blasted space.
Tune in me tonight. turn down all the lights.
I'm just along for the ride. the moving pictures we see.
The colored cities or the sea. go and taste them one by one.
Until that time, you can't be done.
Know your station you just can't direct.
Let's plant a white one just for you.
And chart the growth until the move.
Don't try to be a model.
Don't want to waste more space.




Oh, look at our models. oh, the blasted space. tune in me tonight.
Turn down all the lights. I'm just along for the ride.

Overall Meaning

The song "Along For The Ride" by Mates of State is a reflection on the singer's experiences in life. The first lines describe a messy room with boxes piled high, and the singer confesses that they will not be the one to tidy up. Instead, they will focus on their thoughts, crafting "merrier designs" that distract them from the mundane task at hand. The song then shifts to a meditation on life's fleeting experiences, as the singer urges the listener to explore and savor the many wonders of the world. The singer acknowledges that they are "just along for the ride," moving through life and observing the world, rather than taking control.


Throughout the song, there is a sense of urgency to embrace life's moments before they slip away. The lyrics paint images of colorful cities, the majesty of the sea, and the growth of a white flower. The singer encourages the listener to "go and taste them one by one" before it's too late. There is also a recurring theme of rejecting societal pressure to conform and be a "model," instead embracing the chaos of life and finding joy in the journey.


Line by Line Meaning

The boxes piled high. no order, no mind. I'll save the work for you, 'cause I'll be busy sorting through the merrier designs I make inside.
Boxes are stacked haphazardly without any organization, and I will leave it to you to sort. I am too caught up with my own fanciful creations inside my head.


And on the hollowest pages, the pen dissolves without the bait.
On the empty pages, the ink dissolves without anything to anchor it.


Don't try to be a model. don't want to waste more space. Oh, look at our models. oh, the blasted space.
Don't bother imitating anyone else, as I am tired of seeing the same thing everywhere. It is a waste of space.


Tune in me tonight. turn down all the lights. I'm just along for the ride.
Listen to me tonight, as I am just an observer.


The moving pictures we see. The colored cities or the sea. go and taste them one by one. Until that time, you can't be done.
Experience the world, explore the different sights and sounds, and keep going until you have experienced everything that life has to offer.


Know your station you just can't direct. Let's plant a white one just for you. And chart the growth until the move.
Recognize your place in life and understand that you cannot control everything. Let's plant something special just for you, and see how it grows until it is time to move on.


Don't try to be a model. Don't want to waste more space. Oh, look at our models. Oh, the blasted space. Tune in me tonight. Turn down all the lights. I'm just along for the ride.
Again, do not imitate anyone else, as it is a waste of space. Listen to me tonight as I am just observing and along for the ride.




Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jason Edward Hammel, Kori Gardner Hammel

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