Driven

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