Get up off the floor
It's time we hit the road
A million miles away from any place you've ever known
A bad movie car-chase
A voice without a face
A storm upon your comfort-zone
On a line you can't retrace
I can't recognize myself
In that picture on your shelf
The stranger looking back is someone
I once knew so well
Frustration
Kicking in
When driving in circles doesn't change a thing
On a 1 to 10 scale
Short on time
Drove all night
Moving on
To another war
Distant shores
Skin and bones
Moving on
To another war
To another war
