The city gets lonely. No more goodbyes to old friends. The car is parked in the driveway. Let's make use of it. We could go nowhere, or we could go city to city. Drive past the old highway because there's nothing left to see. Don't you agree we all are dying? I got some money, you got a pack of cigarettes. Together we'll mend our old wounds and make fun of it. You'll tell me stories to keep me awake at the wheel. I'll drive as far as I can until the feelings become real. Don't you agree we all are dying? We grew up way to fast. A lonely child and a car crash. But I know that we'll be friends until we die. Don't you agree we all are dying? It's time we start living.