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.