Two o'clock in the morning
Doors slam shut in the humid air
Smell of whiskey and your cigarette smoke
But you're not there
There's a window but its painted shut
I guess it's for the best
Cuz there's nothing like a little denial
To make a bad day last
And I wonder, what it's all cracked up to be
Still I wonder, what is happening to me
I grab the keys though I shouldn't driving
I grab a bottle too
I hit the road with no intention of seeing
Of ever seeing you
There's a window but its painted shut
I guess it's for the best
Cuz there's nothing like a little denial
To make a bad day last
And I wonder, what it's all cracked up to be
Still I wonder, what is happening to me
I'm driven, driven to keep from stopping
There's an end in sight
But I drive on all I can
And I wonder, what it's all cracked up to be
Still I wonder, what is happening to me
I'm driven, driven to keep from stopping
There's an end in sight
But I drive on all I can
Driven
Driven
Driven
