Hand on the wheel and the radio low Watching the signs as they come and they go City is fading inside of the glass Watching the buildings and memories pass I don't have a plan or a place to arrive Just need to feel like I am alive Gasoline burning and wasting the time Leaving the mess and the trouble behind Nobody knows that I left in the night Everything wrong but it feels alright Yellow lines moving and leading the way Maybe I come back another day Phone in the pocket is making a sound I don't want to turn the car around Keep moving forward and never look back Tires are rolling on the black Headlights are cutting right through the gray Driving until the night turns into day