The Middle of Nowhere
Driving around aimlessly, there’s nothing to see
Out here, there’s nothing to feel, and nothing to breathe
I got nothing but the open road under my feet
And if I ever said I was happy, this would be it
Surrounded by the view of nothingness in the distance
I am driving towards you,
I am coming for you,
But I don’t think I want to get there
I am satisfied by the time it takes to get places
And not nearly as satisfied when I get there.
These maps, they are guidelines
These maps, god damn
These maps, they are guidelines
These maps, god damn
Out here, there’s nothing to feel, and nothing to breathe
I got nothing but the open road under my feet
And if I ever said I was happy, this would be it
Surrounded by the view of nothingness in the distance
I am driving towards you,
I am coming for you,
But I don’t think I want to get there
I am satisfied by the time it takes to get places
And not nearly as satisfied when I get there.
These maps, they are guidelines
These maps, god damn
These maps, they are guidelines
These maps, god damn
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