You ran away.
You were afraid to make mistakes
But that's the biggest one you made and it's unfortunate.
You hit the road.
Yeah, you finally left your home.
Somewhere to the west I suppose and I feel bad for you.
'Cause you'll be home soon but I won't wait for you.
This is gig life.

I stared out at a lake off the highway
In the West Virginia mid-day and it was perfect.
Not sure where I'll be next, maybe Texas or Athens, OH, Philadelphia, PA.
Now it's just Rival Schools and mewithoutYou on our car rides.