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