Gone
No more trying evenings
It´s the American Dream I am disbelieving.
When the gas in my tank feels like money in the bank
I´m gonna blow it all this time, take me one last ride.
The lights of the city, they only look good when I´m speeding
I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I´m gone
Gone, going for it all this time, gone.
In the far off distance
As my taillights fade
No one to witness but they will someday
Feel like a question is forming
And the answers far
I will be what I could be
Once I get out of this town.
The lights of this city
They´ve lost all of their feeling
I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I´m gone
Gone, going for it all, this time I´m gone
Nothing is everything
I´ll have it all
If nothing is everything then I will have it all.
I´m gone