Drive

A thousand break lights on my window
Dennis Brown playing on my stereo
Waiting all this time riding up on the kings highway
So I see you set up the roadblock
With an empty quart, I drove right through the stop
Don't ask me where I've acquired my brand new car

I've been holding tears
It's taken me a couple of gears
I noticed that the lights have changed
The freaks are somehow normal
And accepted deranged
So why must I be confused
I can't be around your abuse
Let me tell you

Your mixed up moods, your attitudes
Won't work
I'm done with this type of love we do
What do you do?
All you do is confuse and hurt
So I pass your house for one last time
And drive
Yeah

Worry, thinking, speeding, complaining, all these signs that I've blown through
Around the corner at a quarter of three
Accelerate as I start to leave, from you
As I leave from you
Let me tell you

Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you

For one last time
Drive
One last time
And Drive

Drive away from you

Drive away from you
Drive away from you
Drive away from you