| Set my eyes on open road | 
| A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load | 
| Caring costs more than we think | 
| These parts and tires create a fire in every blink | 
| As my mind drifts from the wheel | 
| Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel | 
| I’ve come to love this time alone | 
| Long passed the place where I’m to face the grinding stone | 
| We bend, but we send, a sense that we won’t bleed | 
| Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see | 
| If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part | 
| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car | 
| Pass the place they made of gold | 
| Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won’t grow old | 
| Would you care to realize | 
| The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize? | 
| We bend, and we send, a sense that we don’t see | 
| Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be | 
| If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar | 
| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car | 
| As my mind drifts from the wheel | 
| Drawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal | 
| We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed | 
| Broken fence, and we reckon, someone’s soul will bleed | 
| If I’m dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar | 
| Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car | 
| Bridge | 
| I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt | 
| Caring costs more than we think | 
| Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink |