Gone

No more upset mornings

No more trying evenings

It's the American Dream I am disbelieving.

When the gas in my tank feels like money in the bank

I'm gonna blow it all this time, take me one last ride.

The lights of the city, they only look good when I'm speeding

I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I'm gone

Gone, going for it all this time, gone.

In the far off distance

As my taillights fade

No one to witness but they will someday

Feel like a question is forming

And the answers

I will be what I could be

Once I get out of this town.

The lights of this city

They've lost all of their feeling

I wanna leave em all behind me because this time I'm gone

Gone, going for it all, this time I'm gone

Nothing is everything

I'll have it all

If nothing is everything then I will have it all.

I'm gone.