I see smoke outside my window and it's turning black
I can see what's behind me now without looking back
All these problems seem closer than they appear
Can't help but think if I were anywhere else right now
This headache would be gone
Because I always feel better with the radio on and
The windows down, driving through strange towns
Away from everything
Waking up each morning tired. I go to bed awake
Dead end jobs can look exactly like green lights
It all depends on which road you take
Can't help but think if I were anywhere else right now
This heartache would be gone
Because I always feel better with the radio on and the windows down, driving through strange towns, away from everything
I should have left here years ago
To save myself from saying this
I've seen friends act more like a family than we ever have
Open roads feel more like home than home ever has