You've been running out of road
But you've reached the full stop
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot
Take a few steps back from the edge
And breathe
Those were the days you used to impress
A little hustling, always self-possessed
Now you know you can't quite recall how it all went wrong
Three thousand miles of American blacktop
You've turned off your phone and ditched your laptop
You're running out of road and you feel like death
You've been running on empty
Now you've reached the full stop
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot
Take a few steps back from the edge
And breathe
The story's now well into its arc
Not so sure that you'll reach the redemption part
Everyone else could see that you were just a mark
Three thousand miles of American blacktop
You've turned off your phone and ditched your laptop
You're running out of rope and you feel like death
You've been running on empty
Now you've reached the full stop
All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot
Take a few steps back from the edge
And breathe