Days have rolled into weeks, months, and years
Since he took to the road, left it all behind
Somewhere along the way he came to realize
That you can't just run away, in order to find
So he faced the monsters hiding under his bed
But more importantly
The ones inside his head
Then he hit the road and made his way
To a place, far away from here
It was his way of saying goodbye
It was, his road trip lullaby
Running through the motions she goes about her day
While behind her eyes, She's gone somewhere else
It took a brush with death for her to understand
Her soul died long ago, She doesn't even know herself
So she faced her monsters and pushed them aside
It was time for her to stand
Only a dead fish swims with the tide
Then she hit the road and made her way
To a place, far away from here
It was her way of saying goodbye
It was, her road trip lullaby
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery
Right now, I still have a song to sing
So I hit the road and made my way
To a place, far away from here
It was my way of saying goodbye
It was, my road trip lullaby
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