Texty:
Driving East

Sixteen with no direction Twenty-five, with no way out Not a chance you'll ever make it Our feet are barely off the ground But I can take a punch like

Your giving up after all that?s said and done I'm begging you to change your mind forever you will be someone in my eyes. And darling forgiveness starts

We're dressing up to please the scene, and selling out so you can sing along Our faces cover magazines We might last long with the make-up on But open

Tonight, the world screams passed our window Another 15 hours to go Headlights and statelines are all that we know The sun is breaking over the horizon

I opened my eyes to the morning and watched the sunrise from your room. You were sleeping sound as I lie next to you. I had to wake you for a moment

Can we get back to the Place that we have started I plan to get a way a little while And we both can get back and have our way with one another And talk

So this is it: A black eye or a broken heart. In this chess game, It?s my chance to move. Far from all disaster, And far from queens like you. I'm

We're growing up and getting by Scared we might not make it out alive The clock is running out but there's still time Your life is on the line It's either

This conversations way to tired, For getting bored your wasting my time, I thought you had so much potential, And I could read your mind, a capital that