Four years spent on the open road
I used to think that there was nothing left for me at home
With everywhere i've been and everything
I've seen, this place finally feels like home to me
I'm living like an outlaw, nowhere to go
You can't take what I stole; it's now mine to hold
These yellow lines, they made me who
I am today even though some might think
I'm wasting my life away
Losing my mind on this twelve-hour drive
This van would be my grave if I died tonight
Always on the run, never slowing down, at it since
I was young and you can't stop me now
There's still something about the smell of gasoline
It fuels the fire to keep me going
Exit signs, highways lights, long drives and late nights.
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