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