Well take a ride, just us alone

Well find our answers on the road

The keys to my car are sitting on the table.

It wont be you and me no more

Well finally get some time to explore

It sounds like a plan were willing and were able


When were driving in the fast lane maybe

Well find a better way

To deal with our troubles baby

But until that day

Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days

Could you see a way out other than this?

Could you see a way out other than the road?


Its better this way, get used to it

Stop holding on to what cant be fixed

Times are hard and they dont get easy til you discard

Everything that meant something to you 


When were driving in the fast lane maybe

Well find a better way

To deal with our troubles baby

But until that day

Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days

Could you see a way out other than this?

Could you see a way out other than the road?


The road becomes our lives per se.

In some sort of metaphorical way.

Everything amounts to something we could never try to disassemble 

(like some kind of a riddle)

take your time, you must try. Its your call, end it all

and were just caught in the middle


When were driving in the fast lane maybe

Well find a better way

To deal with our troubles baby

But until that day

Well go our separate ways and stop counting the days

Could you see a way out other than this?

Could you see a way out other than the road?