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

you're sick of me ???

i'm sick of you

this one through

to turn around to walk away

you'll be leaving

but i'll 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 i'm 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 i'm fallinf to pieces

the smoke surrounds your head

you don't wanna be there

i can hear you when you're falling