There’s a two-lane wind on my face

And the rest of the world is still asleep

And this driver’s side window don’t seem to want to close up all the way

This time Cleveland was hard

And these miles have done a number on the car

It seems the band has hit its ceiling

And my songs have lost their meaning

And blind determination only gets you so far

Ooh, I’ve run out of things to say

To myself, I’ll take the blame, there’s no one else

The foolish truth I’ve figured out

Just a little too late

If I could talk to that kid from long ago

I’d tell him to choose a different road

But I bet he still wouldn’t listen

To these worn out words of wisdom

He’d just take the same chances and go

Ooh, I’ve run out of things to say

To myself, I’ll take the blame, there’s no one else

The foolish truth I’ve figured out

Just a little too late

Should I try to put the pen to the page

And talk myself into another stage

Fix this driver’s side window that don’t want to close up all the way