I'm on the wrong road again
When I rub my eyes the windshield wipers
are back on the beat again
But I've been there before,
And I'm not goin' back again,
I've turned off, into a field I can't stop,
push the gas down to the floor
And let what's left of me in store
Take my hands away from the wheel
Put my fists through the windshield door
you're about to bang the door
Wherever I go, wherever I go
Let go, let it go, let it, let it go
Gonna let it, gonna let it, let it go
Gonna let it, gonna let it go
I lived to tell the tale again
Now I'm sitting in the silence
Well, I may be lost, on the other hand I know I'm gonna get there,
I turn off, into a dream,
You let what damn, appear as though
Put my fist through the windshield of
Wherever I go, I will let it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go
I'm gonna let it go, let it go
I'm gonna let it go, let it, let it go
I'm gonna let it go, let it
Down this road, I turn on
Into a field, I can't stop
I push the gas down to that door
And that's what they want, a pistol
Put my pistol the way it should look
Suck the feel, you're out the window
And let it go from there I go
I'm gonna let it, gonna let it,