five years long I've been running these open roads with no place to call home. run away from everything you've ever known with no place to call home. i have no place to call my home. gain a friend, then i lose a friend.
it doesn't matter cause tomorrow it'll happen again. I'm losing touch with everyone at home. it's really hard when you're born to roam. oh how i hate the line, "outta sight, outta mind." I'm on the search for the greenest grass that i will never find. I've run and run. I've drove and drove three hundred thousand miles of lonely roads to see the ones i love at home move on and on without me. I'm just a memory. is this the life i chose' have i chosen poorly or has it chosen me' will it let me go now' with action comes reaction. we're all a slave to something. dreams aren't meant to be lonely. will you answer me' is this heaven or hell' is this "living the dream" or is it a living nightmare'