Lyrics

While everyone sleeps I take my car across this runway of concrete With the steering wheel in one hand, and in the other Tucked neatly, my list of demands I have wondered how things could have been different I guess it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter How could it matter Now I know, now I feel, how you'd react if I spoke these words In my back pocket is a list of everything that I've taken from you There's only five gears between me and forever