Escaping

 

i'm driving on the highway towards the promised land
it is a slow ride cause' it's made of water and sand
to see more clearly i light up a cigar
i pour some whiskey to fuel the car

 

this car is magic and can drive on its own
i have to be careful when i step into the zone
it has no mirrors cause' i don`t need to look back
i just put my foot on the gas and drive into pitch black

 

no more memories no more problems
no more things to occupy the mind
no more  stories no more troubles
just me and the unpredictable wild