I close my eyes while I'm driving home tonight
why do I need to see something I don't like?
changing tracks ... I'm lost in my way back home
where am I? these streets seem so alike ...
could I change the world tonight without change my heart inside?
could I change my way back home leaving you out of my mind?
I always take the wrong tracks that lead me back to where you are ...
you can feel dead when you are alive

one hundred miles per hour just to get closer to you
reaching the death in every path
feeling depressed, exposed and sad
I hold the wheel that keeps me still wanting to be by your side
you can feel dead when you are alive
and it's not that fine ... and it's not so fine

wish you could see me there
and I wish you could break my car
sorry it's all a shame but it's not my fault if you make me drive so fast
to get anywhere so I close my eyes
maybe I'll be back home tonight
maybe I'll make you sad or happy tonight
it depends on how I drive
back home...