Driving down the freeway
47 on my right
And I might Just keep driving solo
Till the stars become the thing that streak the night
Instead of city lights of red and white

I'm headed for tomorrow
With my dreams of yesterday
And I'll keep driving, turning, changing
To escape the sudden fade
Away

But if dialing up a calling means getting done with stalling
I guess I'll just have to run and see
If I run will I grow tired of chasing me
Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave

My fingers flip the pages
Skip the months, the days, the weeks
When I just couldn't see what was coming
Now honey I can hardly speak
But skipping over memories doesn't mean that they're not there
Just like taking that old exit wouldn't really mean I care

So if dialing up a calling means getting done with stalling
I guess that I'll just have to run and see
If I run will I grow tired of chasing me
Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave
Some day soon I'm gonna smile and up and leave
Up and leave

So I'm driving down the 210
47's on my right
And I could just get off right here
Or keep on carving all my dreams into the night

The 210 is chasing me
The 210 is chasing me
Now I'm the only one who can see

But I'm smiling
I'm just smiling
I'm smiling this is how I up and leave

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