Drive

I gotta go,

I gotta get outta here,

Away from these city lights,

That are holding me like a leash,

Tying me down,

And the wheels are going, the wheels are rolling,

Watching every overpass go by me,

15 feet, 7 inches tall

Stopping at a gas station,

Pumping dimes to dollars,

And dollars to gasoline,

Rolling down these old back roads,

Watching this cigarette burn out,

And I just need some time to think,

Laying on the hood,

Looking at the stars above me,

Over where the mountains touch the sky,

Oh I'm asking God "why?"

There are no brake lights in front of me,

No headlights far behind,

25 miles outside of town,

Looking for peace within my troubled mind,

Driving until my eyes feel heavy,

Oh this is where I find peace,

On these late night drives,

With the windows down,

The pedal to the floor,

This is how I find peace when I ain't got no more,

When it's all testing my patience,

Testing my mettle,

I'll be back before morning,

With a new set of eyes,

All my thoughts left behind,

Oh yeah, I'll be fine by the morning.