Driving down an anonymous road, don't know which way to turn. I've been driving on for years like this, with nothing but my life to burn. It's a winding slithering path, with shadows of those who've passed, frozen into the sands, My skin is cracking and sore, but with all this freedom I only crave more. I still havn't found my way baby, and I don't think I'm coming back, I havn't a place I call my home, and I won't stop 'til I have. Well I fell down again baby, and I'm running low on gas, try to move on, out on the run, so far from my path But baby baby baby baby, I can't help but think it was meant to be this way.
