I've been driving for months and months now I'd love to run it right into a wall I'm moving backwards i see what's passed but where i'm headed – i can't recall
there must be an exit somewhere
I'm running away from blue hiding grey from doubt and despair there must be an exit somewhere
I've been taught I've been told left lane – silver, right lane – gold if you're lost or if you stalled gotta keep on, gotta haul
there must be an exit somewhere
I'm running away from blue hiding grey from doubt and despair there must be an exit somewhere
posts and poles means and goals swarms of thoughts, streams of light someone joins someone goes everybody has to drive right
I'm running away from blue hiding grey from doubt and despair there must be an exit somewhere