I can see it, the moon over the 133
Why do all the highways lead to where you don't wanna be?

Come on, I can see it
Come on, we've been saying this for years

Our promise was a mire
Your freedom is a deer
You're calling home
But the radio is screaming out into your ear
And you can't wait to get off
When the clock strikes 5 AM

If you're always on your way out the door
You'll never have a place to call home
And home is always too far

Drive on, give your kids American names
Give them more than what was given to you
Some of you are in hell I know it
But most of you don't show it
We all have pride and shame
And hey man, I wish we could just drive 'em both away

Driving
Driving away
Driving
Driving away

Come on, I can see it
Come on, we've been saying this for years
Come on, I can see it, come on

If your always on your way out the door
You never had a place to call home
And home is always too far to drive

Driving
Driving away

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Sebastien Grainger