Miles Behind Mouth

Gas tank full, headlights cutting the black

Looked in the mirror,

didn't wanna look back

Streetlights fading, one by one they fade to grey Left a note

on the table, nothing left to say

But the dashboard's glowing and the silence is loud Am I running

from myself or escaping the crowd? (sighs)

Every quiet mile brings another face I knew Did I do the

right thing? Did I lie to you? (hmmmmm)

And I'm driving through the dark

with nowhere left to go

Chasing taillights

in a world I used to know

If I cross the county line,

will I leave the ghost behind?

Or is the shadow in the backseat of my mind?

Fifty miles out, now the panic starts to bleed Changing my location

doesn't change the things I need I can step on the pedal,

try to make the engine scream But I'm still the same sinner

in a different headlight beam (yeah) (ohhhhh-ahhh)

I don't know where I am... (sighs)