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