I made my peace with how things have got to be now
White-knuckle grip on the wheel
It's high time I get this show on the road -- all alone -- good luck from here on out
I understand but that doesn't mean it doesn't keep me up at night
Warm engine push me along, need to find myself a new place, forgive her face,
Turn this wrong back into alright.

Every ghost town looks like paradise to me
Within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery
I just can't actually believe this is happening

I misplaces my hope,
I left it in the foreign alleyways I roam
I care so much more than she knows
But that don't make a damn bit of difference now
It's stunning how I made it back home

Every ghost town look s like paradise to me
Within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery
I just can't actually believe this is happening



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