I hit the road to clear my head,
even though I rather be in bed.

I think about my thoughts and wonders
and how much better my life could be.

It may not be much from what I see,
but the future in my hand holds the best version of me.

I stop my car to see the waves, oh how it makes one
It drives my skin knowing in my life I will always win.

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