I guess I don't know. I guess I'll try to find my way out. 
I guess I don't know. I guess I'll try to find my way out. 

Many miles to go,
are you still running on empty? 
These words will fall apart. 
Please save me, please save me.
counting those white lines as they pass 
by window on this three day trip. 
As these days skip, as the page flips, 
we'll never find our way back home. 
No destination, just separation 
from the things that we all fucking hate. 
Don't send your letters, it's for the better. 
Your words won't fall on my deaf ears.

Many miles to go, 
I'm running on empty. 
I took my time wish I had hurried up.
No one hears me when I scream please save me. 
It's awful hard to grow up.

I'll pack my bags and get out of here. 
No one can save me tonight I'm on my own this time. 
(I guess I don't know. I guess I'll find out) 
This is part of life, I'll get in the car 
and hit the interstate,hope it takes me far.

Many miles to go, 
I'm running on empty. 
I took my time wish I had hurried up.
No one hears me when I scream please save me. 
It's awful hard to grow up.

I've left everything behind. 
(with no trace, with no sign.) 
This song's familiar, but these words taste so new. 

How many miles will I drive until I feel alive?
How many will I drive?