Drive you down this road, though I don't know where it goes.
You're begging, "Baby...Please, baby, please..."
It's paved with cigarettes and a head full of regrets
a lifetime of faded memories.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, we're not free, it's not meant to be...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, can't you see?
It's not my American Dream.
Your careless conversations only adds to my frustration,
seems to me your talk is getting cheap.
Lessons have been learned, though the world around you burns.
It's too late to sow, but not to reap.
Take the blindfold off your eyes, it's high time you realize
nothing will excuse what you have done.
I'll give you a running start, though I'm aiming for your heart,
the truth is what you cannot outrun.