I wish I could blame the year that took you from me Live a life in compartments but time doesn’t agree Doesn’t ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me This borrowed life, on borrowed time No joy in treading on you No love from the strong No comfort in solitude No hope in song Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me My destination is out of reach Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate No room for empty voices No love in hate No pity left for myself No time to waste Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday My words release me and I am free