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This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
All the lonesome night drives under these highway lights.
Each one is a reminder of why weâre alive.
Just crossed the next state line. Thereâs so much more to life.
This eight hour drive is my next nine to five.
And I know that when I go back home,
no matter whoâs around me Iâll still feel alone.
Home is where the heart is or so Iâm told.
If thatâs the fact, I left my heart back on the open road.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
Iâm done counting sheep. Iâm counting the weeks.
Iâm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. Iâm counting the weeks.
Iâm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
Because I know that when I go back home,
no matter whoâs around me Iâll still feel alone.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
Iâm done counting sheep. Iâm counting the weeks.
Iâm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. Iâm counting the weeks.
Iâm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.