Travel far away
Off to better days
You think you’d have a little more to say
Time moving slow
Eyes begin to close
Hoping you make it to where you want to go
Moving straight up
Getting higher on the road
You’d like to make this place your new home
Running back around
Finally on solid ground
To find yourself lost with no way out
Quick to turn
No way you’ll earn
Anyway off every road you’ve burned
Staring off straight
Different place, same taste
Just remember to not show the hate on your face