Asleep At The Wheel

Some highway at night. When I'm not driving the car. I drift among the headlights, my mind somewhere else now. I drive off the end of the earth, and every light on your street. Comes back to me. In a few more days, I won't let them get away. 'Cause this is how we come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts. And no-one sees, anything. I drive under the billboards, a sight to make my eyes sore. And wooden birds fly over, every bright blue corner. Yeah they're goin' nowhere. In a few more days, I'll be out of your way. 'Cause this is how I come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts. But no-one says, anythin'. It don't mean anything. No-one says anythin'. Yeah. 'Cause this is how I come and go, with ghosts for memories and memories for ghosts. But no-one says no-one says no-one. Where did everybody go? And would anybody tell me if there's something I should know? But no-one says, anything.