Was on the long highway

Full speed ahead

With a box full of hidden heartache

Vigor and mirth were running through my tire tread

No one knew the music playing inside the car

And no one came to find out

Just a few who wanted to dull my star

But they were caught in their own charisma drought

The signs were visibly evident

But they had seemed altered

Yet instincts were fully loaded

And onto the offramp we went