Well take a ride, just us aloneWell find our answers on the roadThe keys to my car are sitting on the table.It wont be you and me no moreWell finally get some time to exploreIt sounds like a plan were willing and were ableWhen were driving in the fast lane maybeWell find a better wayTo deal with our troubles babyBut until that dayWell go our separate ways and stop counting the daysCould you see a way out other than this?Could you see a way out other than the road?Its better this way, get used to itStop holding on to what cant be fixedTimes are hard and they dont get easy til you discardEverything that meant something to you When were driving in the fast lane maybeWell find a better wayTo deal with our troubles babyBut until that dayWell go our separate ways and stop counting the daysCould you see a way out other than this?Could you see a way out other than the road?The road becomes our lives per se.In some sort of metaphorical way.Everything amounts to something we could never t
ry to disassemble (like some kind of a riddle)take your time, you must try. Its your call, end it alland were just caught in the middleWhen were driving in the fast lane maybeWell find a better wayTo deal with our troubles babyBut until that dayWell go our separate ways and stop counting the daysCould you see a way out other than this?Could you see a way out other than the road?
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