I93

Driving home on 93
All alone and feeling empty
It's backed up as usual
And I can't feel a thing

That snap from Andy's driving me crazy
I'll check it though I'm driving lazy
If Mum ever knew
She'd have my head on a stake

The ambulance on the other side
Ain't getting nowhere fast
God damn
How much longer
Is this ride 'gonna last?

As I fly away
Down this high and brightened highway
I feel myself turn lightweight
My troubles lifted
And I don't feel a thing
So I just belt and sing
Not focused on my way
Just wishing that
I wasn't so far away

Turn on the FM
'Cause my phone's dead
Probably from all those texts I read
I keep telling myself I need to be better
I won't keep getting lucky forever

They say some Chrysler three miles back
Dragged into the left side of a Mack
Eyes glued to the phone must have lost track
Road's just too clogged for such an endeavor

To think the car on the radio's
The same I'm driving now
It's funny how coincidence
Creeps in that way somehow

As I fly away
Down this high and brightened highway
I feel myself turn lightweight
My troubles lifted
And I don't feel a thing
So I just belt and sing
Not focused on my way
Just wishing that
I wasn't so far away

Didn't stand a chance
The other truck was way too big
It's driver not expecting him
As he lit another cig
And I'm just trapped within my haze
My deep and dark unbreaking gaze
Watching yellow lines roll by my face
Until the road I'm driving starts to raise

And as I listen further
I can't help but stop and think
My stomach underneath me
My mental on the brink
That what if it were me
That that truck driver didn't see?
And how it'd feel, and suddenly
I close my eyes and I feel free



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Gingras, Cam Simmons, Damon Ivester, Noah Yeskewicz
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