I don't think they miss me,
They're too busy with their own lives.
Turning older,
day by day
never talking to me.
What's wrong,
with clutching the past?
What's wrong,
with wanting to stay where you are?
I've never wanted
to be rooted to the spot
but every three years,
That opinion is forgot.
I don't want to move on.
I don't want to grow old
I don't want to fade in the background
I don't want live my life on the road.
I hate moving from place to place
I just want to stay.
I want to settle down
I want to finish school
I want to be my own person
I want to show the world
I want to write all day
I want to read at night
I want to have a job
And I want to drive
If I could drive
I would drive far away
I'd drive and drive
until I found a place.
I would settle down
I would make more friends
I would be happy on my own
I would make the best of things.
I would run and run
as far as I could go
I would dream about my future
and the things I'd be able to do
I would party in every state
I would sleep on the county lines
I would live every day like it was my last
I would jump from a plane sky high.
I would eat at small diners
I would drive my whole life away
But now as I sit here..
I don't think I want to stay
It doesn't really matter what I want
I probably would never achieve it
but when you want something
I think maybe, just maybe
It would be worth every minute...
