Numerous times, plenty of moments,
it’s that same feeling…
it’s that strange feeling, coming through the
Pressing the gas, passing the signs,
it’s the same journey… where
no one can hurt me, rolling down the
Let that rubber cool down, down;
let that rubber cool down…
In the dark, taking the long way
back to what I know.
My weary mind is being most kind to the
lump down in my throat.
Needs half-met, feelings half-fed here
on the longest road…
in the dark, taking the hard way
back to my dark home.