Drivin? up the coast. To find a version of the truth. Left the backdoor swinging. Like a dirty little sleuth. The truth is I have never. Felt half this alive. Now it?s time to dance. Upon the grave called 45. Jacked up on some Kerouac. And surely bullet proof. The girl who taught me what to do. Was missing her front tooth. Gentle as a storm. Inside your mental health. I wanna find the answer. But I just can?t find myself. I say so long. To the way I played. The way I played. Inside of yesterday. Hey let?s run around. The great escape. From out of my hometown. Later I would look for love. Inside a woman?s dorm. A couch to keep me humble. And her breath to keep me warm. Ophelia was the girl. That I was feeling for. Come to realize. It was me who was the whore. A captain lost himself. Inside a 40 year old skull. The drink of choice was knowledge. And we always wanted more. Drunken sailors. Seeking their Geronimo. Instead they found the things. That they really didn?t wanna know. I say so long. To the way I played. The way I played. Inside of yesterday. Hey let?s run around. The great escape. From out of my hometown. Country roads. Would never let me stay. The way I played. Inside of yesterday. A devil?s growl and cat?s meow. Were blended into one. Termites called suburbanites. Were eating all the fun. A juggernaut of comedy. And blasphemy. I wanna stop the madness. But I think it has to be. I say so long. To the way I played. The way I played. Inside of yesterday. Hey let?s run around. The great escape. From out of my hometown. (Added to final song). Country roads. Would never let me stay. The way I played. Inside of yesterday. Hey let?s run around. The great escape. From out of my hometown