Every night I'd tell myself that I'd had enough
That I'd pack it in and settle down
Every morning I'd wake up
Crawl back into the car and drive
I thought "Why not? Why not keep driving
There's no reason to stop"
I was on the road for 13 months in all
I covered just about the whole of the United States
It wasn't the places I went to were important, it was the drive
The feeling you get when you're going fast along an empty highway
And everything is flashing past
You know nothing last longer than a moment
Nothing to hold you back or weigh you down
When I was driving nothing could hurt me. Then I met you.