He Drives On Songtext
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Broken, brown, wrinkled and worn
Tracks that run across his forehead
Sunken down, tattered and torn
Cracks in this highway, filled by who he once was
So, he drives on
Desert wind bleeds through his window
Brushes back his hand-worn hair
He wishes that it could carry his sorrow
But it just burns him, leaves his sorrow there
Tracks that run across his forehead
Sunken down, tattered and torn
Cracks in this highway, filled by who he once was
So, he drives on
Desert wind bleeds through his window
Brushes back his hand-worn hair
He wishes that it could carry his sorrow
But it just burns him, leaves his sorrow there
So, he drives on
(Chorus)
His past revs like an engine
His future is a prophet that fails to prophecy
His present has no rapping rhythms
And if he can't go back, then he can't move ahead
The only decision that he has left is to drive on
Wedding ring on his dashboard reminds him
How love grows bitter as it wears you thin
Like the ring, he swings round in circles
Feels in seasons, he doesn't know where to begin
So, he drives on
He wished this road was a runway to launch him
He'd stretch his arms just to embrace the blue
But it's a racetrack that rumbles him onward
He takes the lead, then he falls back a lap or two
Still, he drives on
(Chorus)
He drives on
Well, trees can't grow on the highway asphalt
There's no place for the roots to dig in
He's dying inside and he says it's not his fault
But he rips up his roots as he moves on again
He drives on
He drives on, drives on
He drives on, drives on
Drives on, he drives on
(Chorus)
His past revs like an engine
His future is a prophet that fails to prophecy
His present has no rapping rhythms
And if he can't go back, then he can't move ahead
The only decision that he has left is to drive on
Wedding ring on his dashboard reminds him
How love grows bitter as it wears you thin
Like the ring, he swings round in circles
Feels in seasons, he doesn't know where to begin
So, he drives on
He wished this road was a runway to launch him
He'd stretch his arms just to embrace the blue
But it's a racetrack that rumbles him onward
He takes the lead, then he falls back a lap or two
Still, he drives on
(Chorus)
He drives on
Well, trees can't grow on the highway asphalt
There's no place for the roots to dig in
He's dying inside and he says it's not his fault
But he rips up his roots as he moves on again
He drives on
He drives on, drives on
He drives on, drives on
Drives on, he drives on
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