I'm on a highway going the wrong way. I am a long way from home. The road is a straight line. Made to make good time. Made to help people get out of there. And the stars over her might be different. They still bring back these memories of mine. I still remember early december. Dancing on ice with you. Too friendly with strangers. The sudden mood changes. Something not quite right with you. And every star will grow just a little. When certain memories seem to reappear. I still remember early december. Dancing on ice with you. I can't remember feeling in danger. I can't remember much at all. Cause I'm on a highway going the wrong way. I am long way from home. The road is a straght line. Made to make good time. Made to help people get out of here