Driving down a yellow striped highway.
It's just something I've got to get off my mind.

Looking out a very old window.
I don't like what I see I'll build a new one of mine.

Looking out, and turning just where,
The road shouldn't go straight and I don't care.

Talking loud to no-one special,
She doesn't listen anymore, she doesn't look. She just
stares.

Deep, deep where no one knows - There just might be a heart
that grows.
Away, away where no one goes - Don't wanna know why I bleed
and then throw.

Now I'm gone...