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Six AM, the whistle blows again
Cold metal presses and the smell of grease I feed the machine
and try to make believe
That there's a highway leading to my peace
My hands are calloused,
but my mind is clear I hear a motor running in my
head
(running free)
There's a road outside this valley
Where the asphalt meets the sky And I'm gonna drive that highway
Leave the dust and gears behind
(oh yeah,
far behind)
Ten years down, the same old concrete floor
But my heart is sparkin' like a live wire wire
They buy my sweat but they don't own my time
Under this hardhat burns a quiet fire
There's a road outside this valley
Where the asphalt meets the sky And I'm gonna drive that highway
Leave the dust and gears behind (far behind,
oh yeah!)
Just a highway... out of this valley...
(I'm leaving tonight)