Look upon a mountain, waitin' on a train.
Baby I know what's wrong, and it's still happening.
Waiting on my destiny
learning from my abilities.
Who was wrong and who was right?
Do we even know why we are fighting?
So take your eyes off of me
and look upon the churning sea.
Driving towards the daylight
running from the midnight
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight
trying to find the daylight
trying to get back home.
Rusty strings on my old guitar
speaks volumes of who you are.
So never did I think it was you
It was me, one of the chosen few
Who will it be, oh the next time?
Hopefully one with more sense of mind.
So where did you go?
Always will see
it's a story of you and me.
Driving towards the daylight
running from the midnight
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight
trying to find the daylight
trying to get back home.
Driving towards the daylight
running from the midnight
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight
trying to find the daylight
trying to get my way home.
Driving towards the daylight
running from that midnight
trying to get my way home.
Running from the spotlight
trying to find the daylight
trying to get my way home.
