Something About Driving
Pulled off on the shoulder
Trying to catch my breath with the windows down
I'm fine
Every time I get a hold of the wheel
I feel the urge to steer across that yellow line
I swear I'm gonna lose my shit
If I see one more mile of pavement
The odometer keeps on counting up
The minutes keep on counting down
I can't outrun this cloud
I've driven to the end of my rope
I'm running out of any hope
I'll be going a hundred miles an hour when I get the signal to go
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I can't do anything
Though I left an hour ago
Another day, another lonely drive
Can't see the road through the tears in my eyes
It's the first time in what seems like hours
I get a break from broken white lines
I swear I'm gonna lose my shit
If I see one more mile of pavement
The odometer keeps on counting up
The minutes keep on counting down
I can't outrun this cloud
I've driven to the end of my rope
I'm running out of any hope
I'll be going a hundred miles an hour when I get the signal to go
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I damn near missed his final breaths
Stuck behind a combine on two thirty one
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I can't do anything
Though I left an hour ago
Trying to catch my breath with the windows down
I'm fine
Every time I get a hold of the wheel
I feel the urge to steer across that yellow line
I swear I'm gonna lose my shit
If I see one more mile of pavement
The odometer keeps on counting up
The minutes keep on counting down
I can't outrun this cloud
I've driven to the end of my rope
I'm running out of any hope
I'll be going a hundred miles an hour when I get the signal to go
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I can't do anything
Though I left an hour ago
Another day, another lonely drive
Can't see the road through the tears in my eyes
It's the first time in what seems like hours
I get a break from broken white lines
I swear I'm gonna lose my shit
If I see one more mile of pavement
The odometer keeps on counting up
The minutes keep on counting down
I can't outrun this cloud
I've driven to the end of my rope
I'm running out of any hope
I'll be going a hundred miles an hour when I get the signal to go
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I damn near missed his final breaths
Stuck behind a combine on two thirty one
The distance is killing me
I'm tired of leaving home
I can't do anything
Though I left an hour ago
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Writer(s): Jonathan Bayless
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