You wonder where you are, until the rides over Driving every joker, every loser, and loner It’s not your destination but they’re yelling drive slower. You might be at the wheel, but you’re just the chauffeur So Eat My Dust, My Dust So Eat My Dust, My Dust Cuz’ nothing stops a thought from turning a corner And nothing stops a mind from crossing the boarder You aim for mediocre then you set the bar lower The ride goes slower when you’re the chauffeur It can be hard to swallow, Thoughts that seem to follow You’re not a chauffer You’re the driver Once you kick out all the riders. So Eat My Dust, My Dust So Eat My Dust ,My Dust They don’t need the lift but you still give em’ a ride The gears won’t shift so you drift to the side The headlights squint then they dim til they’re blind. Push them out into the road and just leave them behind. So Eat My Dust, My Dust So Eat My Dust, My Dust