please stop this car and let me get out
cause i don't like the looks of where you're headed
you're telling me that you know the way by heart
but i can't say i've ever seen you so lost
are you happy with all that you've been handed
and are you tired of living life alone
will you ever stop taking life for granted
or will these dead-ended, one-way streets be your home?
you turn the music up so that you can hide
yourself from the things you don't want to see
you went so fast while life passed you by
and now you're breaking at dead-ends