12 Thundering Down the Interstate

There was a map upon the table
And a sad look in her eyes.
I thought our love was firm and stable,
But it was her way of saying goodbye.

Thundering down the interstate
Trying to track down my inner state.
Am I driven by love, or is it hate?
Or simply a refusal to accept my fate?

Set my GPS to find her
But I don’t think it will come through.
And that voice is just a wind up
It reminds me too much of you.

CHORUS

There are millions out here driving
Hear their engines rage and roar.
Seeking reasons for surviving
Don’t know who we are anymore!

CHORUS