Hit the Road

I'm so tired, it's one in the morning

I'm so good at screwing up
I can't even buy some luck
I think that I've had enough
It's time to hit the road
Pack my stuff into a bag
'Cause I'm going nowhere fast
Say good riddance to my past
Before I go get old

I got nineteen years of practice, I know how to feel ashamed
But I wonder what would happen if I left and changed my name
I could keep growing my hair out or just give myself a shave
If I let my problems air out would it make 'em fade away
I'm not just leaving, I got a way better reason
For why I'm hitting the road (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I need directions on how to get in your presence
Because you know you're my home (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I'm so good at screwing up
I can't even buy some luck
I think that I've had enough
It's time to hit the road
Pack my stuff into a bag
'Cause I'm going nowhere fast
Say good riddance to my past
Before I go get old

Mirrors are changing, done with the waiting
Looking at planes, I know
I've been away for too many days
I just wanna say "Hello"
I've been inside and preoccupied
With things I do all alone
Killing my time just laughing at life
Throwing bouncy balls against the walls
Inside of my skull
Yelling in my head and waiting
For the echo to call
Taking hikes up on my brain
And looking out at the view
And thinking 'bout what I would change
If I could make it all new

I'm so good at screwing up
I can't even buy some luck
I think that I've had enough
It's time to hit the road
Pack my stuff into a bag
'Cause I'm going nowhere fast
Say good riddance to my past
Before I go get old

I'm so good at screwing up
I can't even buy some luck
I think that I've had enough
It's time to hit the road
Pack my stuff into a bag
'Cause I'm going nowhere fast
Say good riddance to my past
Before I go get old
I'm so good at screwing up
I can't even buy some luck
I think that I've had enough
It's time to hit the road
Pack my stuff into a bag
'Cause I'm going nowhere fast
Say good riddance to my past
Before I go get old