These days I close my eyes and drift away in the backseat
As the wheels roll over pavement on the highways under me
It's like the traffic is my blood and all these highways are my veins
And the roads are slowly bleeding like a heart that is in pain
And I ride on...
Trees along the highways planted in unnatural lines
Seem like they are moving backwards as our car goes flying by
Houses on the roadside stand alone with peeling paint
As the whole world waves goodbye like a friend who couldn't stay
And I ride on...

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