Screaming to the open road

Illusion of euphoria

Flickers across the windshield

I wish things could be that real

Springtime sun beating down on me

Snow so white, I'm blind to see

Oh to actually be this free

And I think you're the one

But you don't think past next week

What if I made it about me

Just another day fighting the same tired routine

And no one can change it except

Me

I stand on the asphalt

Why would we put this on mountaintops

It goes unanswered in the air

Still, I wanted to be here

Horizon line staring back at me

Beckoning yours and my dreams

If I don't go, what will I be

What if I made it about me

Just another week existing inside your routine

I think I'll quit it once I'm good and sick of feeling

Like just another broken piece in the machine

Who will change it

Who will change it if not me

If I don't go, what will I be

And what if I made it about me

If I don't go, what will I be

Just another piece

Another piece of your machine

It's your machine

No, no

I wanna make it about

Me