Follow The Freeway

Another day, another lie. Another twisted alibi. And who am I anyway? Get things done, follow suit. The same indifferent mood. Repeat that routine everyday. Should I just run, try to break out of this scheme, and give my life a different theme? Believe that things don't have to be the way they seem? Wake up and find another dream. So I'll follow the freeway again, till I find the place where you ran. I'll do everything that I can to be more than a flash in the pan. And I'll be late ‚cause I'm a fool. Of course there's someone else with you. I waited too long to start anew. „Just wanted to see how you do“. Does he make your heart grow? Say yes, that's all I need to know. I'll say goodbye and I'll just go. Back on the street, I'm driving slow. I turn the music on loud, sing along, scream and shout. Gotta find the real me, get rid of all doubt. Be someone that poets can write about. In one hundred years, and till the end of all time. A tale of conquering fears, made eternal in rhyme. Another day, but no more why, no more doubts to amplify. No you and I, but that's okay. Still a dream, still on the road. Lost in thoughts, I still don't know just where to go but I'm on my way. And I'll follow the freeway again. Maybe things go according to plan.

I'll do everything that I can to become more than this aimless man. So I drive down the freeway again. Been a while since I dropped things and ran. There is something to find for each man. We just don't know where or when.