Parked by your eyes
Hating your every move
Feeling your hands
Tasting your food
Can you believe that i'm not in the mood?
You're so crazy and weak
And you're a stranger to me
And it's true what they say about highways

Can you recall the pavements on holidays?
Trying to be a part of your home
When somehow you end up feeling alone
And your story begins
With a tear on the chin
And it's true what they say
About new ways