Stop at a gas station I just end up with a result From my toughts. I put pause on my eyes Do I feel really good? Yeah, maybe Would I really feel bad? Not sure of But it could be Fumes of gas are comin' up my nose I stop people faces, right in front of my eyes I turn the motor on I leave, I'm moving. Yes, I paid. Next is nowhere But it can be everywhere. Just easy I look at my left side As for waitin' an' gettin' back into my thoughts Yes, maybe I'll start thinking of you Once again I look at your picture in my mind I think of everything From nothing to all I look, I think I open my eyes I see the road I look an' sweat I drive Mainly, I drive