A city looks better from the rearview
A galaxy of stars that you just drove right through
A spaceship of a car inside the vacuum of my mind

A meditation engine runs on gasoline, caffeine, and time.

Don't ask me why 'cos I can't tell

I'm driven to drive and I'm bound to go straight to hell
Trying to reach someplace that for some strange reason I can't find
All I've got within my reach is an atlas, a compass, and time


We're like a bunch of bugs, all buzzin' around a light
Which ever way whether wrong or right

But there's a place somewhere between the place that we're born and where we die
I'm gonna get there if I have to drive all night


A city looks better from the rearview
A galaxy of stars that you just drove right through
A spaceship of a car inside the vacuum of my mind


A meditation engine runs on gasoline, caffeine, and time.


We're like a bunch of bugs, all buzzin' around a light
Which ever way whether wrong or right
But there's a place somewhere between the place that we're born and where we die

I'm gonna get there if I have to drive all night

God bless this land of freedom and industry

An interstate's interchangeability
And every highway's comfortable familiarity
A place for pace, our automotives, no matter what those motives might be


We're like a bunch of bugs, all buzzin' around a light
Which ever way whether wrong or right

But there's a place somewhere between the place that we're born and where we die
I'm gonna get there if I have to drive all night