Fast Lane

I'm looking at the palm of my hand and feel like I've lost faith I'm looking at the slow flowing sand and I know that's too late I feel like I'm throwing away the life I was gifted I've burned all the bridges behind and ahead and I'm left here deserted I grab the old journal I locked in the closet for safety It's no picnic to read that my life has been nothing but vanity Even worse is that yeah I'm a slack but there's no sign of progress Plus I have to run thru is whole fucking country to apoligize to all my exes The fast lane was overbooked I'm taking the sightseeing route I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me I'm looking for a path I could finally recognize as my own I'm looking for the right way to go and I'll do it in slowmo The world isn't flat Ultimately all roads lead back home I already made it I'm waiting here waving the checkered flag 'Cause the fast lane was overbooked I'm taking the sightseeing route I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me Do you remember why you run away? And what's the hustle and fuss about anyway? Do you remember why you run away? And you're going where? I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me