Stick to the back roads I'm sure you won't get caught
Turn up the radio, it's fuel for all these thoughts
High beams gleam off of this, this flat and painted stone
Real life's around the corner
Another place to call my home
I'm not alone I got a drink in one hand
I'm coming home with a drink in one hand
I feel I'm wasted in my mind
Caught somewhere between my own thoughts and this short time
Knuckles white, frustrated crossing lines
Foot to the floor this painted stone is all mine
I'm breaking all my records
Throw in the towel this time around
I'm calling you out, show your face, open up
This time around I'm calling you out
Don't let me down