my skin is f**ing crawling man, I've gotta get out of here because the only peace of mind I'll find is in a blurred yellow line I wish to god to be cramped in a run-down piece of sh** van another night in this f**ing town will be enough to completely shut me down now there's no more wild nights and they'll lead to no more desperate mornings
and the only time I really feel alright is when I'm out there touring there's respite in a 10 hour burn there's nothing left here for me to learn just get me back on the road or else I might explode because my only peace of mind is staring at blurred yellow line there's a million miles of tar I don't think any place is too far