(Michelle Lewis)



He's breathes the air lightly

Since skipping parole

And he dials the phone quietly

But she put him on hold

There are good sons and bad seeds

She thinks he's the latter

But it no longer matters what she'll say

He'll be driving all night anyway



Over backroads he'll ride

Then he cuts the headlights

And he watches their lives

From the outside



And they can't let him in

So he's driving again

As he's wishful thinking

On the outside



Mmmmmmm...



Oh say can you see by the dawns early light

Playing on the T.V.

I guess he's in for the night

He fell asleep waiting for his sister to call

All the motels and roadside bars

He wants home but it only gets farther



Over backroads he'll ride

Then he cuts the headlights

And he watches their lives

From the outside



And they can't let him in

So he's driving again

As he's wishful thinking

On the outside



Oohhh...



Yes, it's killing them knowing he's out there, somewhere

Reminding that they could be too



oohhh...



Over backroads he'll ride

Then he cuts the headlights

And he watches their lives

On the outside



And they can't let him in

Cause they know where he's been

So he's left there thinking

On the outside

On the outside

On the outside...