Next Exit

These four walls are bring me down
And I've come to believe that there's nothing to keep me in this town
So pick me up and put your foot down
And let's drive all night till the white lines rise up from the ground

Peace. Love. The next exit
Food. Wine. Keep your hands upon the wheel in the meantime

Troubled past. Rear view mirror
Watching the skyline get smaller and problems get bigger
So open up, it's talk show TV. In a six rally of season finales
You won't believe

Real. Life. The next exit
Hopes. Dreams. You understand that nothings really as it should seem

I hope the b-side's better than the the a-side
Sitting by the c-side trying hard to d-side

Another town, another bad dream. In a 2 star dive bar with tattoos
Forearms and no teeth. Much the same. Mucho ditto

You. Turn. The next exit
Home. Bound. See your city in a light that's been new found
These four walls are bring me down
And I've come to believe that there's something to keep me in this here town



Credits
Writer(s): David Richards
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