What are you doing while I'm gone? It's colder in July, colder than it has ever been this time of year. Do you feel the cold breeze? Driving, hoping, wishing. Driving, hoping, wishing. Driving. What are you doing? Where are you going? Your lost and I am gone. These feelings still showing, but I'm not going anywhere. Tonight I'll sit alone and wonder if your alright and how you are getting home. The sound of your voice it gives me comfort and I don't have to wonder any fucking more. Driving, hoping, wishing. Driving, hoping, wishing. Driving. What are you doing? Where are you going? Your lost and I am gone. These feelings still showing, but I'm not going anywhere. Up north. Up north. When the words are all wrong and those thoughts never even crossed your mind. Up north. Up north. This time is the last time that you'll hear the words "I'll be fine." Up north. Up north for nothing. (Driving, hoping, wishing for nothing).
