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Broken, brown, wrinkled and wornTracks that run across his foreheadSunken down, tattered and tornCracks in this highway, filled by who he once wasSo, he drives onDesert wind bleeds through his windowBrushes back his hand-worn hairHe wishes that it could carry his sorrowBut it just burns him, leaves his sorrow thereSo, he drives on(Chorus)His past revs like an engineHis future is a prophet that fails to prophecyHis present has no rapping rhythmsAnd if he can't go back, then he can't move aheadThe only decision that he has left is to drive onWedding ring on his dashboard reminds himHow love grows bitter as it wears you thinLike the ring, he swings round in circlesFeels in seasons, he doesn't know where to beginSo, he drives onHe wished this road was a runway to launch himSongtexteHe'd stretch his arms just to embrace the blueBut it's a racetrack that rumbles him onwardHe takes the lead, then he falls back a lap or twoStill, he drives on(Chorus)He drives onWell, trees can't grow on the highway asphaltThere's no place for the roots to dig inHe's dying inside and he says it's not his faultBut he rips up his roots as he moves on againHe drives onHe drives on, drives onHe drives on, drives onDrives on, he drives on Aus Songtexte Mania