Well take a ride, just us alone Well find our answers on the road The keys to my car are sitting on the table. It wont be you and me no more Well finally get some time to explore It sounds like a plan were willing and were able When were driving in the fast lane maybe Well find a better way To deal with our troubles baby But until that day Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days Could 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 it Stop holding on to what cant be fixed Times are hard and they dont get easy til you discard Everything that meant something to you When were driving in the fast lane maybe Well find a better way To deal with our troubles baby But until that day Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days Could 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 try to disa**emble (like some kind of a riddle) take your time, you must try. Its your call, end it all and were just caught in the middle When were driving in the fast lane maybe Well find a better way To deal with our troubles baby But until that day Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days Could you see a way out other than this? Could you see a way out other than the road?