Driving my car and it s such a lonely world
the stereo fights bravely to be heard above the roar
Distortion becomes kind of friendly when it s your
only company
There s too much time to think in this lonely world
of all the other things that you know you ll never be
White lines devour all the strength inside
but I feel a warm voice, whisper

There s enough room at the table
There s enough fruit on the tree
and right around the corner
a beautiful place for us to be
There s another stranger waiting
to be a lifelong friend
and a place at the table
where we ll be together in the end

It s hard to fight the cold in this lonely world
I haven t felt my fingers since half past three
But colder is the fear inside
maybe I ll never be free
from failures I relive in this lonely world
Shame it cuts me deeply & the wounds won t heal
Black night swallows my rear vision
like the past I can t change

and I don t want to be a slave to a stage
Never to escape the twilight zone
and only live through the eyes of a crowd
and then die every time I m alone
Always looking for the strength to stand tall
But I m getting too scared to try lest I fall
But I m not gonna fall

cause there s enough room at the table
There s enough fruit on the tree
and right around the corner
a beautiful place for us to be
And though ahead there lies a struggle
there s a second wind to help us through
So greet the world on your doorstep
there s so much hope for me and you

So as I m driving my car it s not such a lonely world
I ve got myself a dream and it warms the empty seat
and I can hear beyond the distortion
there is a melody and it sounds so sweet