Cold, stinging raindrops sizzle across my windshield 200 miles from home
Driving alone under a starless, darkened afternoon.
I can feel the gloom, whispering its lies as headlights streak by,
The radio whines an unsatisfactory sound to my ears,
Confirming these unfounded, growing fears
Maybe all I have is me,
Me to satisfy,
Me to fulfill,
Me to provide comfort with a magic pleasure pill

And I keep driving
I keep driving

The road is long, straight and boredom sings its siren song
As midnight cabarets kick their legs, blinking neon eyes in my direction.
Fast food prostitutes open fattened palms to a greasy addiction.
Movies and shopping malls urge me to inject the economy with my wallet's solution.
Everyone seems to want me to be an addict,
A slave,
A servant to another's will
Where I have no choice to decide anymore,
Open the doors

And I keep driving
'Cause it's not about me or my mouth to feed.
I keep driving.
I can't write but my tongue can sing.
I keep driving.
I've got the hope that a birthright brings.
I keep driving.
I keep driving.

The cold slithers in past my cheek,
Says “you're too weak to resist what you want.
You've been jonesing so long without satisfaction.
Can't you feel how you're destined to give in to your craving greed?”
My head knows I'm weak,
Body slumping in agreement with a tired mind,
But my spirit reclines on a beating heart.
Someone else can start this battle,
Fend the darts from my radiant eyes.
My thighs are running
Arms are pumping
Feet are jumping through the rain outside.

I keep driving,
Pushing through the damp and melancholy dark.
I keep driving,
Fists prepared for the battle's start.

It's not my strength in the heat of warfare,
Not my power that can slake my thirst.
It's how I set my gaze,
Live for heaven's blaze
It's more real than this pain today,
And I keep driving.
I keep driving.