One The Way
We are dead,
Bored upto our necks,
Tired of all the stress,
I grab the keys,
And you leave the note,
"Be back later,"
And we are gone.
The wind is at our backs,
And the rear-view mirror on the side of the road,
No matter where we go,
We are never looking back,
Ive got the music,
And you've got the map,
So toss it out the window,
Let's get lost.
Ive got 50 bucks for gas,
Tell me of your dreams,
And I will tell you mine,
But tell me on the way,
Because that's our next stop,
Our Dreams.
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