we hit the road
we had ten hours left on our drive
level of sanity going out the window
who knows what lays ahead
and all i see is the endless headlights flying away
youre sick of me ???
im sick of you
this one through
to turn around to walk away
youll be leaving
but ill be here to stay

one way to go
the direction undetermined
rand mcnally goes flying out the window
with empty bottles and broken spirits
the endless headlights are flying away

when i was younger
i leapt at the chance
now that im older i wonder
if i had it to do all over again
would i do anything different
way too much time
and bullshit on my mind
i feel like im fallinf to pieces
the smoke surrounds your head
you dont wanna be there
i can hear you when youre falling