| I woke up today to find | 
| This tunnel vision left me blind | 
| With no sense of where to go | 
| There’s paper cuts on both my hands | 
| Flipping through these books trying to understand | 
| I don’t, so I just go with the flow | 
| There’s an open door with a clenched fist | 
| And crooked signs that I might have missed | 
| Some, somewhere along the way | 
| As I close my eyes I disappear | 
| To a place in time far from here | 
| I run, but I can’t outrun today | 
| There’s lightning in the sky | 
| I’m on the road | 
| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes | 
| All my life been waiting to arrive | 
| It’s not the destination it’s the drive | 
| I woke up with a bloody nose | 
| And bruises on my feet and toes | 
| Been kicking and screaming at the wall | 
| Strange how you feel most alive | 
| When you’re broken down trying to survive | 
| You cry and curl up into a ball | 
| Somewhere in the solitude | 
| Silence creeps up in front of you | 
| For once there’s nothing left to lose | 
| As I stare into the empty space | 
| Everything seems to dissipate | 
| Even if I could I wouldn’t want to move | 
| There’s lightning in the sky | 
| I’m on the road | 
| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes | 
| All my life been waiting to arrive | 
| It’s not the destination it’s the drive | 
| Woke up today with burning ears | 
| Has it been 30 days or 30 years | 
| I call, get you on the phone | 
| Said there’s paper cuts on both your hands | 
| Flipping through these books trying to understand | 
| This life gets stranger as we go | 
| There’s lightning in the sky | 
| I’m on the road | 
| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes | 
| All my life been waiting to arrive | 
| It’s not the destination it’s the drive | 
| It’s the drive |