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