… when you’re flying down the road with a big fuck it to everything.
saw things so much clearer once you were in my rearview mirror
and now I look a fool for thinkin’ you were on my side
i was tired of my own voice
climb up on a hilltop see what i can see
workin’ on a mystery goin’ wherever it leads
goin’ where the weather suits my clothes
scream a symphony
you’ve run around to find my sound but you got no replacement