I can see it, the moon over the 133, Why do all the highways lead to where you don't wanna be
Come on, I can see it Come on, we've been saying this for years
I promise once a mile The feeling is a deal Your coming home and the radio is screaming out into your ear And you can't wait to get off when the clock strikes 5am
If you're always on your way out the door, you'll never have a place to call home, and home is always too far.
Drive forth, give your kids American names, give them more than what was given to you Some of you in hell won't know it, but most of you don't show it, We all have pride and shame. And hey man, I wish we could just drive them both away
Driving, driving away Driving, driving away
Come on, I can see it Come on, we've been saying this for years Come on, I can see it, come on...
If your always on your way out the door, you never had a place to call home and home is always too far to drive
Driving, driving away.
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Sebastien Alexandre Grainger (Sebastien Grainger) (MROC)Publicado em 2008ECAD verificado fonograma #12242199 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM