Highway

Hands on the wheel
cruising highway speed, but
this car isn't moving
half as fast as me.
In the review mirror
through to empty eyes,
hollow
baby,if that's what you think,
then follow me inside.
Can't you feel your head
as you strain to hold it high?
Holding back your tears
you seem very dignified.
Feel your lips grinning
as your see the world spinning
and the wheels leave the concrete for the sky.
Don't worry you won't feel it
till the moment you awake
move along, moving on, and never touch the breaks.
Sit beside me, take a ride,
put your hand on mine,
you feel the warmth, you feel the blood,
the nothing on the inside.
Baby, if I'm empty
then there's nothing to disguise
And if you really feel that way
then there's no reason to cry
When you're driving you are dreaming
and I watch without a feeling
Knowing I'll feel nothing
till the moment I awake.
By then there's nothing you can do
but learn from your mistakesmove along, moving on, and never touch the breaks