Driving down the highway
rain is coming down.
In the mirror I see
lights of our town.
The hardest part of going
is always leaving home.
Still, I travel alone.
If I must be lonely,
I’d rather be
lonely on my own.
Driving down the highway
rain is coming down.
In the mirror I see
lights of our town.
The hardest part of going
is always leaving home.
Still, I travel alone.
If I must be lonely,
I’d rather be
lonely on my own.