This Drive
I’m tired of life in the slow lane
I’m looking to switch gears
And see what I can
A trip of exploration. Rain
Sleet snow or through some tears
To explore this man
In my rear view mirror I see you
I throw hands to the wind and say goodbye
On the road I hope to find myself
If I don’t at least I can see the world
But let’s be real that on this drive
I won’t end where I started.
Further along I’ll move on from
Where I started and
Arrive somewhere new
I hear a new beat a new drum
A new place new land
A future that’s true
In my rear view mirror I see you
I throw hands to the wind and say goodbye
In my journals are tales how I’m here
I question the route not destination.
On the road I hope to find myself
If I don’t at least I can see the world
But let’s be real that on this drive
I won’t end where I started.
In my rear view mirror I see you
I throw hands to the wind and say goodbye
In my journals are tales how I’m here
I question the route not destination.
It’s foolish to ignore the reasons
Why I was there once but now I am here
On the road I hope to find myself
If I don’t at least I can see the world
But let’s be real that on this drive
I won’t end where I started.
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